Assorted Written-Doodles
Date Range: September - November 2006
(Early September US)
In my Civic
the woods are dark, and I have long strayed from the lit road. I had grown too accustomed to the guiding light that held my hand and lead me forth. And now, I am lost...and there is no trace of the light. I do not know where I tread. For a bit, I might have just stood skill, unsure of my next step. There is a forest around me; I cannot see it, but I can feel it. The trees, tehy each stare down upon me, mocking me - there are also ones that pity me - under their gnarled branches that loom over my lost self.
(September 26, Afternoon EST)
US Airways plane in PHL Int' Airport
Air planes are strange things.
For some unknown reason, the take off was delayed for nearly an hr from Phila airport.
- I wish the windows were bigger, so I can get a better view of the world outside
- I made a short visit to my brother before I left
- Dad and I were bickering at each other to the last day.
Where has my writing gone?
'Tis goin' to be a long night
I wonder, what time zone am I in now?
Central time perhaps?
(September 26, 9:40 PM EST)
On the US Airway plane
Crossing over time zones.
The day had finally arrived -
and here I am on US Airways plane. Sill over three hours left till my arrival at LAX - where I must wait another three hours -then to change over to Korean Air for 10+ hours...
With each passing minute, I move further away from my home, my old life - in search of a new start?
Writing has become increasing difficult and I often find myself going astray from the topic I wish to write about.
(September 26-27)
At LAX
The short story at LAX
People, what do these people do?
Are they leaving? Where are they going?
Are they staying? Seeing their loved ones off?
Things are jumbled, I expect to be overwhelmed.
(Early November)
At Coffee Bean, 선릉역 Area
Homeland
So I have returned to my homeland,
only to find that it does not exist - anymore.
Abscence of homeland
It was already gone, even before I had left.
So where is a place to call my homeland?
It exists, as a mere concept and yellowed pages of my book of memories.
In the US, I am a Korean-American, where most consider me Korean.
In Korea, I am an American-Korean, where most consider me American.
So, what am I, and where do I belong?
On another day,
At Coffee Bean, 선릉역 Area
My homeland is a mere concept, loosely grouped by people like myself.
'Tis a small group, the 1.5 generation.
To qualify, one must have first been born in country A.
Then to have immigrated to country B.
Even amongst the 1.5 - the divisions are numerous; depending on when one has migrated.
There will be differences.
(unfinished)
Date Range: September - November 2006
(Early September US)
In my Civic
the woods are dark, and I have long strayed from the lit road. I had grown too accustomed to the guiding light that held my hand and lead me forth. And now, I am lost...and there is no trace of the light. I do not know where I tread. For a bit, I might have just stood skill, unsure of my next step. There is a forest around me; I cannot see it, but I can feel it. The trees, tehy each stare down upon me, mocking me - there are also ones that pity me - under their gnarled branches that loom over my lost self.
(September 26, Afternoon EST)
US Airways plane in PHL Int' Airport
Air planes are strange things.
For some unknown reason, the take off was delayed for nearly an hr from Phila airport.
- I wish the windows were bigger, so I can get a better view of the world outside
- I made a short visit to my brother before I left
- Dad and I were bickering at each other to the last day.
Where has my writing gone?
'Tis goin' to be a long night
I wonder, what time zone am I in now?
Central time perhaps?
(September 26, 9:40 PM EST)
On the US Airway plane
Crossing over time zones.
The day had finally arrived -
and here I am on US Airways plane. Sill over three hours left till my arrival at LAX - where I must wait another three hours -then to change over to Korean Air for 10+ hours...
With each passing minute, I move further away from my home, my old life - in search of a new start?
Writing has become increasing difficult and I often find myself going astray from the topic I wish to write about.
(September 26-27)
At LAX
The short story at LAX
People, what do these people do?
Are they leaving? Where are they going?
Are they staying? Seeing their loved ones off?
Things are jumbled, I expect to be overwhelmed.
(Early November)
At Coffee Bean, 선릉역 Area
Homeland
So I have returned to my homeland,
only to find that it does not exist - anymore.
Abscence of homeland
It was already gone, even before I had left.
So where is a place to call my homeland?
It exists, as a mere concept and yellowed pages of my book of memories.
In the US, I am a Korean-American, where most consider me Korean.
In Korea, I am an American-Korean, where most consider me American.
So, what am I, and where do I belong?
On another day,
At Coffee Bean, 선릉역 Area
My homeland is a mere concept, loosely grouped by people like myself.
'Tis a small group, the 1.5 generation.
To qualify, one must have first been born in country A.
Then to have immigrated to country B.
Even amongst the 1.5 - the divisions are numerous; depending on when one has migrated.
There will be differences.
(unfinished)
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