Sick Joke.

You wish you could be in awe of a place that is not your own but when time moves like an infant child crying for you to leave her alone, you have nothing more than the mere moments in which to breathe. Numbers increase and decrease until the next big thing and your life seems meaningful in the midst of the mundane.


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Korea, Love and Longing

South African with a passion for writing, photography... and nothing much else. I travel the world in order to find the country I like the best. Four years in South Korea makes me a winning survivor of Google translate and charades. Currently, living in Spain. - Love

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