A Short Romance

Well, it's certainly been a while since I've put anything into the blogs. I've been awfully busy, but it's the kind of busy where you're aware of the fact that you're time is being consumed. The type that doesn't distract from heartache. Regardless, my life here is active in a sense and consequentially arguably fulfilling. However, I can pretty easily imagine some other things I would like to be doing, most of them involving my lovely Kaitlin.

But don't get too excited, you! Since I'm sure you're a little "flustered" by now, why don't you cool off?:

I'm willing to bare it all for the sake of our relationship, so I hope you understand that I mean business. Serious business. The business of Spandex, just for you. When I'm strolling mainstreet Chuncheon in a midsummer afternoon wearing nothing but my skin-tight swim trunks I hope you understand that I'm doing it for my full and utter devotion to a very special girl whom I love deeply.

Enough of this vintage shit. Only the fools and the unvogue live in the past, we must be hip and chique if we are to make it in this world. From dusk till dawn my third eye's inquisition maintains an order necessary for proper contemporary Korean culture. That is, I adhere strictly to the codes of mainstream fashion, accessories, undertoned yet overly-prevalent sub-brand name indie style and torqued out unnecessarily peacocked dressup accessorization.

God damn, it's like I flew over the Pacific and crashlanded in the worst possible amalgamation of Hollywood, Sundance, Brooklyn, well shit. . I don't know. It's disturbing. It's like the Disney Land of MTV pop culture and MySpace with a sprinkle of mass-favorite artists and unoriginal existentialism. I still can't put my finger on it, but I can taste it.

And it's bitter.

But I digress. There are certainly things here that make the journey worthwhile. The view for instance:


That's the Slovak. There she is pretending to be globally appreciated. Fortunately, this is moments before I caber toss her into that building.

That was the trip we took to a Buddhist temple many many miles up once of the mountains nearby Chuncheon. We drove a good ways up the mountain and then had to walk about 2 or 3 kilometers to reach it. The walk itself was very nice though and full of gorgeous scenic mountain landscape that it didn't seem far at all.

Infact, along the way I came across something relatable:


Along the pathway there was a very pretty stream that was home to several sculptures of ancient Korean lore. Although I got a pretty terrible translation of the genuine story behind this, I figured it was something about a a beautiful, independent, knowledgable young princess who fell in love with a serpent.

Although I'm sure you'll get the step-by-step of this trip in more detail when I return, there were some other little niceties that I thought you would have enjoyed should you be in company:


It should be noted that tigers are not indigenous to Korea.


However, some beautiful wildlife is.

The recent trip to Seoul and the palace provided some pretty nice pictures as well. Unfortunately, the experience was only so rewarding at the time because of the extreme weather conditions. The tour guide that we had (it is illegal to be on palace ground without one) was very skilled in English and, although the tour was a Korean one, tried her best to throw in a little English here and there. Probably because she was really nice, but who knows. Maybe because my hostmother bought her some water half way through. I'll save the traditional architecture photos for later, even though they were pretty breathtaking, because I got some others that I knew you'd like.


"I love the lotus because it blooms with such clean and beautiful flowers, however dirty the water may be, latently possessing the virtue of a true gentleman."

If I were a king, I would probably have 13 lotus ponds in my palace too.

Most of all it should be known that I have had a lot of time to spend thinking about you. Thinking about us. Thinking about what we were, what we are, and what we might be. Although I don't possess the wisdom or foresight to know exactly, I do know that the impression you've made on my heart is strong and everlasting. So much of me has been ruined as I let it drown in the sanguine rivers lightly filtered from the resevoir of perception, but I never denied myself the gripping, blissful sensation of fresh air. Driftingly softly among a breeze, a breeze dancing gaily ontop of the soil that I've grown to loathe. I think it's when I see you smile, when I notice your eyes notice mine, as you dance your dance, that I know what it is to love. To love and to be loved. To trust and to be trusted. To give myself to one and for one to give itself to nothing but itself.

The rhythmic palpitations that visit my heart when you spark in the darkness.


I have one last question.



Well, do you?