Category: essay

  • Living Solo: The Han Hye-jin Episode

    Living Solo: The Han Hye-jin Episode

    Looking at the studio, frozen in time, she probably recalled her happiest yet most challenging times, when she was raw and real. If asked if she’d go back, she’d surely hesitate, but wouldn’t it warm her heart to revisit those moments and memories?

  • Boat Shoes and Brotherhood

    Boat Shoes and Brotherhood

    They looked much older than the other shoes I planned to toss, but I couldn’t pick them up. They seemed to look up at me like a seasoned sergeant who’d supported the commander throughout a long war or a sherpa who’d faced many challenges on a treacherous Siberian climb.

  • Switching Up Mouse Switches with a Wise Soul

    Switching Up Mouse Switches with a Wise Soul

    The wise soul clipped the three legs so short they were barely visible. I diligently picked up each tiny piece that sprang to the floor, tossing them into the trash. I didn’t want to feel completely useless.

  • Focus and Brainwaves

    Focus and Brainwaves

    The video explained that brain folds make it challenging to generalize because, like fingerprints, everyone’s brain is physically unique, making it tough to define the same brainwave signals universally.

  • The Han River and Comfort

    The Han River and Comfort

    Sure, water was essential, but maybe just having a river to gaze at blankly and stroll next to provided people with great comfort.

  • Wrap Rage

    Wrap Rage

    There’s a term called ‘Wrap Rage.’ Even if you’re hearing it for the first time, the combo of words might hit home. This buzzword captures the fury that explodes when you’re trying to open products sealed in clear plastic wrap.

  • Getting a Haircut

    Getting a Haircut

    Just like any career, you start from washing hair and slowly work your way up to cutting clients’ hair, using assistants, and placing your business card on the counter. It reminds me that nothing in this world comes easy. 🌎✂️

  • Trying Life in Jeju Island

    When staying at the accommodation, I always turned on the old radio in the living room, and lying in the yard, music drifted through the open door. It’s lovely to hear music not by choice but by chance, like the radio taxi drivers play…

  • I Wish You’d Play the Song I’m Thinking Of

    I Wish You’d Play the Song I’m Thinking Of

    With no one waiting behind me and plenty of time, it was okay. I nodded to her and looked at the menu when suddenly I craved Patty Smyth’s ‘Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough’. Then, out of nowhere, that song started playing from the café speakers. It’s not a common experience.