Work came to an end and I ran out the door wrapped like an eskimo in animal hairs to prevent the precious heat from escaping my body. The cold winds are simply nasty these days. Em arranged for a few of us to meet in the center of Seoul at a gallery. Some wine was tooken down with some strangers who are known to have contributed a great deal to ROK's contemporary art scene.
Chardonnay ain't on such good terms with my body these days. A sip or two is all it takes for some important tube in my upper chest to constrict and restrict the air from entering my lungs. Yeah, I guess I should worry about this, perhaps, even stop with the alchohol for a while.
Anyway, a few of us continued our EDC (Eat, Drink & Chat) at a wine bar called the Social conveniently located right next door. One of our partners this evening is a foreign news correspondent for the New York Times based in Seoul. She allowed us a peek into her world and it seemed like something I want to know more about. The lady had anecdotes out the ass. Stories of people cutting off their pinky fingers as the ultimate means expressing one's displeasure with the injustices projected towards them. Or, how this once noble gesture has been trivialized to the point where it's a move that some use when receiving a parking ticket from the pigs. Just kidding. One remark that resonated with me was her talking about 'the Angle'. More on this subject later...
...I'm drowsy.
