Korea is still close to me. I can still visualize some of the streets where I used to walk; I can almost smell it. There is something to be said about the land in which you were born, as if some magic existed between you and it, some sort of sacred bond which only those such as you are privy to. I took a picture of the approach to my aunt’s house, a beautiful autumn day, and I have it to gaze into sometimes, to recall some small bit of my experience there. New York, I will still say it, is the greatest city in the world, but just like I know that though da Vinci was a better painter, van Gogh is still my favorite — Seoul houses a fragment of my soul, and always probably shall. I am still figuring out just what it was that I should say was the good thing that happened to me last I was there, for something good always seems to whenever I visit; but perhaps I cannot put my finger on it because there was so much that transpired, so much life I lived. I do not know when I will return, perhaps much later than now — but something tells me that was not my last hurrah there. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Josh
10:11am sunday, 24th december
I suffered some symptoms (namely delusions of reference, grandeur, persecution, and of some mysterious truth to be revealed) which after much of my reading of symptoms seem very similar to those of schizophrenia, but I was never diagnosed as such. Anyway, I was curious if you would be willing to tell me about your symptoms (I didn't read the entire h13 site, but I didn't see specific subjective accounts, more like general descriptions). temp_erate@yahoo.com
Josh