Post-tour.

Feverishly attempting now to snap back to the reality of normality; Korea has an uncanny ability to delude a classical musician into the phantasmagorical deception that we are cooler than we actually think. Alas, such is but a cultural fairy tale.

Naju. Like the sewer-smelling equivalent of an infrastructurally-absent suburb in Detroit.

I learned today what agglutination is - but does Busta Rhymes know? For serious, mysterious.

Thanks jay/mikey/stefan/jiyong/lowie/youngkyung/kristin/yoobin/naikohl/dawn/wayne for making this trip memorable. And to Kim for putting up with me.