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secret garden

nearly three fucking months man. my backbone has three curves where the cushions have been. my suitcases have been rooted to alex's floor while their contents shuffled in and out of backpacks with tags reading philippines, busan, or australia. one day of babysitting children, six shifts at the moon cafe. it might have felt like a holiday if i'd planned it. home might be where the heart is, but my heart was stuck in a future tense.
but now for nearly three weeks, like a child running down a slow train, ive caught up to my heart. you can find me here, cast in the orange glow of 4pm light, in the secret garden.

secret garden

from anguk station exit #3 you should take your first left and walk through the shadow of the hyundai motors office tower, past the intersection of ediya coffee house, log in convenience store, little tom's pizza and the oldest practising childrens' doctor in seoul, heading the wrong way up the one way street that curves like a sleepy motorist, until you near the high school T-section and its entreprenurial pop-star gift stalls. it's best to walk at night when the circular lamps shine up through the street vendor steam like runway lights, or in the morning, when quietness is appreciated best. there you take a tricky little back alley skirting the bad boys school. it's a flat topped four-apartment one-story building, but its tucked behind a couple of tradional houses, concealing its true ugliness beautifully. we're number two.

don't worry about letting the cold air in, it battles the mouldy wall smell well. no shoes inside, unless you're dashing for the light switch or an item left behind on the kitchen table. you'll notice its quite roomy for a korean apartment, with ample floorspace to rock out in or play a naughty game of twister. the desk, the fridge and the table are all roadside finds. the bed and hangers were bought from the internet at auction prices. the washing machine is the most expensive thing in the place, not counting cameras and computers, of which there are 6 and 1, respectively. sorry we haven't bought or found a couch yet. enjoy eating off our crockery, it's all handcrafted by a local artist. a large selection of vintage men and women's fashions can be found in the two ceiling high hangers in the bedroom. please bear in mind that koreans almost always prefer new to used goods, so expect a second glance. for your ablutions we apologize for the fluctuating water temperature and oft rancid smell emitting from the drain. we have contacted the landlord, who is snottier than a childrens' ward, so don't expect any prompt improvements. kids are welcome to play with ultraman and the other japanese toys on display.

parking is unavailable, absolutely anywhere, unless you like fines or encounters with filthy rich gold-dealer men who senselessly blame you for the collision of their latest model cars into stationary objects and bribe police in order to make you pay them for repairs to amounts unsubstantial to them but clearly to you as a struggling student living out of home for the first time. we don't recommend it however. you will enivitably enjoy the view from the kitchen and bedroom window's of inwang mountain and slated rooftops on the right and city scapes and huge screen tvs on the left. it's much like playing supermario cart. only two blocks away is the spectacular changdoek palace and it's secret garden. tours are free on thursdays.

we trust you'll enjoy your stay as much as we enjoy living here. love, jackson & hasisi.

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Dad

well, once you get the couch sculpture sorted out, i'll stay at your place instead. thanks for your time and fun. gorgeous place (mostly the ondols i loved ... and the catan and stupendous sized beers... oh, and of course you and al).

love to you, jedi jiving jackson and the ever so fun hashishi. bestest time in last year xxx

was a pleasure to play second fiddle host to you my man.

don't fade away.

xx.

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