BLACK AND RUSSET, SAVAGE AND IMPENETRABLE...
...Or, 'Things suck on the lower sections of Malkuth.'
So I was getting ready to do a write up of my recent working trip to Seoul, which was so much fun on several levels, not least of which was that I had the chance to meet up with an old highschool friend.
But work has been a bit hectic; October and November are the months during which work is most hectic annually, I'm told - and a full photo coverage of 'Seoul Got Soul' is going to have to wait until I calm down a bit.
Anyway, I think I am having a bit of trouble getting used to Jakarta again after a mere two weeks in Seoul; but then again, how are you supposed to react to the sight of an obviously high street urchin masturbating herself near a street crossing? The other night, this totally naked man was sauntering in a totally relaxed fashion down the road to my crib.
Whenever there is an upsurge of crazies, there's a manic and scary part of me that resonates with that lunar abandon. And for God's sake - no one needs to see my bare ass under fluorescent lights, that might trigger some sort of space-time crisis.
The upshot is, I think I'm due for a stiff drink.
So I was getting ready to do a write up of my recent working trip to Seoul, which was so much fun on several levels, not least of which was that I had the chance to meet up with an old highschool friend.
But work has been a bit hectic; October and November are the months during which work is most hectic annually, I'm told - and a full photo coverage of 'Seoul Got Soul' is going to have to wait until I calm down a bit.
Anyway, I think I am having a bit of trouble getting used to Jakarta again after a mere two weeks in Seoul; but then again, how are you supposed to react to the sight of an obviously high street urchin masturbating herself near a street crossing? The other night, this totally naked man was sauntering in a totally relaxed fashion down the road to my crib.
Whenever there is an upsurge of crazies, there's a manic and scary part of me that resonates with that lunar abandon. And for God's sake - no one needs to see my bare ass under fluorescent lights, that might trigger some sort of space-time crisis.
The upshot is, I think I'm due for a stiff drink.