I'm in Changwon now.
I stood on the beach last night of Pusan and realized that I truly love my life. Blogging carries with it a naturally embedded pessimism (at least for me) that drenches the viscosity of writing-style (or maybe just mine). From a quick browse of this site, life portrays its image as some barren hole of aridity, devoid of vitality and hope. I'm really not like that.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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