Marlene
a short haircut full of gray and hardship, maybe protruding just a tad over her ears. wrinkled, warm skin.
white noise // against the current
I saw a man today rowing against the current of the Charles. he was maybe a few dozen meters away from the rock on which I sat. he didn’t look unsettled at all by the heavy wind, by the waves hitting his boat with every passing second. his eyes were focused on the sunset in the distance, that ever-far sunset none of us can touch.
full circle
last day of class, and a lot of thinking.
biology revisited
being conducive to biology can be interpreted in a lot of ways. are you someone who just wants to study life sciences for a degree? maybe you’re someone who aspires to be a doctor, saving lives here and there. maybe you’re just someone who appreciates the complex, enigmatic nature of life itself.
last staff meeting
the Jackson Room. a distant, fourth-floor meeting space in the deepest reaches of Building 38.
junior year
junior year’s about to end.
my time in Korea
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이천도예, 신촌물총축제 // arts & water
this weekend was marked by a deep appreciation for the dying arts and a return to childhood fun I hadn’t experienced in years.
덕과 도리 // virtue and duty
in our world, seasons come and go. with fall comes happiness, as the advent of maple leaves and warm hues brings about a paradoxical hope one wouldn’t regularly associate with fall’s withering nature. winter, then, is the saddest season, for its harsh cold and relentless demands take a heavy toll on anybody with enough will to bear it.
설마... // strangers
a lot has been happening recently. Korea's an interesting place, and only now do I realize that there's so much to be learned. the proper adage for the events that transgressed within the last two hours: never trust a stranger (especially abroad).
첫 주말 // first weekend
cheers to the first weekend spent in South Korea.
일하기 // work
intelligent robotics and machine learning—how did I become so blessed?
도착했을 때 // first impressions
through what can only be described as a roller coaster ride of thrill and apprehension, I've made it to Korea. it's been 7 years since I've been abroad, and even then, I hardly remember those days in middle school.
adulthood
I’m different.
is this life's punishment?
my body is grounded on the train, my legs crossed. my heart beats, each resounding thump coming a fixed time after the last.
good morning, Vietnam
what were the fires of war like? such a time seems impossible for modern adults like me and my contemporaries to live in. I wonder how it must have been like—the constant fear of death around the corner, the hunger from days of scraping by on measly morsels… and the loss of any hope for tomorrow’s coming.
3 days
in 3 days’ time, I will be home.
classes in series, ideas in parallel
this definitely is the best day of the semester.
winding down
the semester is coming to a close. things have really never looked better.
deathbed
I’m facing the ceiling, a white amalgam of countless mixtures. cement, dust, air.