There’s something romantic about mediated melancholy, especially when you’re all alone in a big city of concrete after dusk and comfortably shrouded in silence. I know I’m a strawberry-tinted chapstick kind…
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I remember it was an unbearably hot summer day in Seoul when my mom and I left home for an outing. I must have been seven or eight years old. My…
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Power-walking down icy sidewalks, bundled up in my thickest wool coat, it’s hard to believe I was in California not too long ago. Although there’s much that I miss about the…