Yesterday was a day off – "hangeul day" was a holiday in the past but then it was no longer formally observed through the 1990s and 2000s, but last year it became an official holiday again. I didn't do much, but my friend Peter visited Ilsan with a friend of his and we had some Thai food over at Western Dom, in the evening.
I'm feeling overwhelmed by work, now.
What I'm listening to right now.
Everything Everything, "Kemosabe."
Lyrics.
Four walls and a cauldron of Kalashnikoving, and our home is a trigger that I'm always pulling
At the border, at the, at the border I'm at the border, at the, at the border
The short spears and the weak eternal monologuing, and our war is the crucible of all your longing
At the border, at the, at the border I'm at the border, at the, at the border
I was there when the clamour got real I was there when your brow smashed the wall
It's like a riot with only two perps, the more I'm here I'm making it worse
But does it feel like you're already dead? (YES!) and do you feel like your brain stopped delivering?
Yeah break my finger shoot out my black eyes, What does it matter if everyone dies?
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-O Silver away
So fast hence take an arrow from your quiver or we're, past-tense – what's a trilobite to anyone?
I'm outta my depth, outta, outta my depth I'm outta my depth, outta, outta my depth
My head reels and I'm crawling down the corridor, I can't see, but I'm heaving like a holocaust
I'm reaching my phone, reaching, reaching my phone I'm reaching my phone, reaching, reaching my phone
You wasn't there when I orphaned that boy,
(NO!) Your body was, and the white of your rollin' eye I saw some terrible things on that night, I done a lot of bad things with my life
I put my fingers in lead, And I breeze past security!
Nobody checking on all of my deeds, I need a checker for all of my deeds…
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
And we be trapped in the amber, last joy…
And I'm looking at a holy ghost.
But there's no silver bullet for a memory I, field dress every moment but you're telling me that Tonto say;
I've lost my way!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-O silver away!
Mmm, and I'm lost and I'm drained… 'nuff genuflecting in a penitent way!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone! So yippee-kayay!
Hey Kemosabe I'm alone! Ayah! I am a! I am alone! Hi-O silver away!
[daily log: walking, 5 km]