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in the early hours of the due date a young graduate student arduously scrawls his most profound musings on humanity onto a pornographic rag in a penultimate caffeine fueled grasp at insight. rain beats heavily on the sills as he steeps in the sound of striking keys in the digital half light of his desk. imminent mornings and imminent responsibilities press into his chest as a fetid decaying fruit ground into dry earth. emboldened by the informational ether and the dewy chills of the air, he laboriously reworks a phrase for the seventh and final time but alas, there aren't subject verb agreement in the final draft.
a period of extended solitude has lent much the inverse of what i expected from my time in korea. i thought being alone for a year might refocus my thinking on the role of the individual but politics and cultural motion have become so much more fascinating from here. in just a few short hours i will be but three weeks away from mother soil and my feelings continue to be so conflicted that it bears repeating. my feelings continue to be conflicted.
a period of extended solitude has lent much the inverse of what i expected from my time in korea. i thought being alone for a year might refocus my thinking on the role of the individual but politics and cultural motion have become so much more fascinating from here. in just a few short hours i will be but three weeks away from mother soil and my feelings continue to be so conflicted that it bears repeating. my feelings continue to be conflicted.