Day 6: Seoul, and then an island. And then?

I’m missing Seoul. Especially that dreamy, hazy summer of ’22 in the city.

What is it about Seoul precisely that I miss? I don’t know. I think it kind of stirred up my identity. It questioned it. Each time I visited, the contrast between the edges of myself and the rest of the city seems to have accentuated.

At the same time, there was a strange sense of relief and belonging.

Why did the thought of Seoul  suddenly come upon me this morning? Maybe it wasn’t so sudden. It’s probably always with me. I just forget amidst of all this.. what should I call it, homelessness?

Maybe I felt far away from ‘home’ so my subconscious graciously presented me with the thought of Seoul. 

After all, I am Seoul. Seoul is me. I am a tiny piece of Seoul on this far away island country.  Small and isolated. Is it the island or is it me?