Came across something I wrote in the margins of a museum studies book:
“The cells in my body are completely replaced over periods of years. I have no history. I have been multiple beings, and so history is nothing to kill for.”
Disappointing to meet fellow anti fascists who are dicks. To me it’s reactionary to be a dick, that’s the norm; be nice, it’s revolutionary. Right ? Anyways I met two nice antifascist folks today too, so, win some lose some.
Jeff and Trash gave me a temporary home, some yo mats, a desk, 쌀, basically life in Korea.
Some well known person named Ami gave me a desk chair, which was facilitated through Jae.
Bora gave me a tumbler mug, and hours of Korean conversation, for which I’m super grateful.
MiJeong gave me memories of Madison in the Summer which are like gold where I come from.
MiJin’s parents gave me meals and confidence to speak Korean when it REALLY REALLY counts.
OhBaeng makes me smile telling me I can’t use 존댓말 with him.
HeeRan gave me an Olleh wifi egg so I can use 4g->wifi anywhere, which allows me to contact and meet all of the people helping me. Her friend HeeYoung also spoke korean with me so everything’s going great.
Random people on the street and hiking trails have been patient with my Korean as I ask them where things are and what way to go.
Everyone’s helping a lot.
Itaewon’s still a confusing hub of crazy.
Walking in Seoul, listening to some of the same albums as when I left. 3 years and it’s like I never left. Way Cooler now that I understand so much more Korean. Can’t find something: just ask an old person on the street or a clerk at a store. So much easier. No shock yet, pretty much like being in Ktown but it doesn’t end in a mile.
New York, 2011
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
—Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote (via katythefuturesomething)