Butterfly…

It starts with madness, of course, it does. A sort of fidgeting of the soul.  A restlessness. You begin by plotting your own career downfall from corporate superstar on the rise to wandering hipster sleeping on a warmed wooden floor in a Jjimjilbang (Korean public bathhouse), drinking Soju and eating pig’s ears. It is completely unreasonable. Why would anyone want to leave a sometimes racist, … Continue reading Butterfly…