Nightride: Part One
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all the familiar comforts of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things — air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky. All things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pavese 2020/7/04 The bus ride from the airport in Seoul seemed like an eternity (an established precedent for this trip). Though I had slept for roughly 8 hours on the plane, this didn't mean my body wasn't in constant confusion from the jet lag. It almost felt as if someone had told my body up was down and down was up, and it was madly trying to reorient itself, while I desperately tried to function inside of it. The bus was one of those that had two seats on one side, then one seat on the other. Looking at my options I decided that of all the firsts I'd experienced today, voluntarily socializing in a new country was not going to be one of them. I settled i...