So, I basically started filming this way back in September and slowly over the course of months and months of piecing video footage together I gathered all of this. I know I never film, I’m aware, I don’t have excuses, but anyway. With COVID basically becoming the neverending story of last year and possibly into this year I made a little video about what I’ve been doing while somewhat stuck inside. Of course, Korea is in much better shape than the US, but still, things have definitely changed.
Perhaps most frustrating has been forgetting words completely. Because I use about half of the English I used to use before I moved, a lot of those bigger complicated SAT words have completely slipped from my mind. The other day I was trying to remember the word “conspire” and ended up blabbering through a definition of the word before a student corrected me. A lot of my Google searches these days look something like “the word that describes …” “synonyms of fun” etcetera. For an English major with a creative writing background, this has been my least favorite part of living here.
But, moving on… remember when I first got to Korea back at the end of June and was in Seoul for a little while, doing everything touristy and walking over twenty thousand steps a day? Yes, I said back in June. Basically, that first week was so hectic that I took all the footage, moved the files to my backup drive and never looked back. Yesterday I finally went through that footage, and let me tell you, it was pretty brutal. I don’t want to make too many excuses for myself, but those first few days was the first time that I had ever held a camera and I guess I didn’t realize how jerky walking with one could be if you pay no real mind to the fact that you’re even really holding anything.
“가을 아침 내겐 정말 커다란 기쁨이야 가을 아침 내겐 정말 커다란 행복이야 뜬구름 쫓았던 내겐…”
. . . . . Myeongdong is known for its shopping, so needless to say that this area was beyond busy. There’s tons and
There was a period of time where I was floating, drifting around in a space that felt neither tangible nor particularly empty. It was an in-between; a break in reality where a small piece of me managed to slip through into this place that was reminiscent of something more dream-like than anything else I’ve ever experienced: It was a Saturday morning on the patio of your favorite coffee shop, the smell of freshly made pastries wafting just under your nose, filling you up until you were warm, until your breathing was even and steady.
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