Myself
unto myself.
my alter ego
I’ve been coming to terms with myself. A newness is quietly seeping into my bones. This is awash with sappy wet laughter. Bones are supple, though flesh may break and brittle… warmth is blood. Softness is enough, I think. I’m quite content on this page. At this station. Eating bread and collecting rainwater. Bread that eats. Rainwater that collects. Cushioning in yeastful billows. Yay.
I am a Political Science and International Relations major double majoring in Korean history at some obscure South Korean college. I hate politics, and I love history, poetry, philosophy, and religions. I will eventually go on to advocate anarchy and world peace in the truest sense, possibly dying in the process. I’m harmless on the whole. (None of this sufficiently defines me, but it mostly probably does.) I’m going to Paris come January to play hide-and-seek with me for a semester or so, earning graduation credits in the process.
I’m terrible at being on time. I let myself down a great deal in this respect.
And I love you – you, which is who you all are!
Dear Chorahan,
just in case you miss what I wrote in my reply to your comment on my blog, here it is again:
Dear Chorahan,
thanks very much for that comment, which must have taken a lot of time and effort, and quite frankly I don’t know where to begin replying to it properly! I do know though, that it is completely wasted sitting in an old post like this, so with your permission I’d like to incorporate it into a post I’m writing revisiting the topic of V-lines etc., of course attributing it all to you, and not changing what you wrote in any way.
Please let me know!^^
Of course, if you want to edit it a little before I use that’s perfectly alright. Please let me know soon!
hey… following up on James’ post…
Nice responses on his blog…. why is your blog so sporadic?
