48. explaining myself
let's talk about improv. specifically, about talking about improv. specifically, about talking about improv to my korean parents. the worst nightmare. perhaps one of the hardest things i've had to do and continue to have to do in life.
when your korean mom picks you up in her deep blue mercedes in front of the funtastic theater and asks you what you did for the past 3 hours, the question becomes an ap world history free response essay. it becomes a misleading question. because those free response essays were the farthest thing from responding free. explaining that i did a "two pods in a documentary" and a "beastie boys rap battle" game to my korean mom is like trying to do long division with no paper while saying the numbers in hindi. i don't know hindi.
that's kind of how i feel about the state of the world right now. specifically, how i feel about taking part in conversations and consuming news while tasting the high life of seoul right now, day after day. specifically, how i feel about contributing to and being influenced by the state of the world right now. staying informed, but scratching the surface of the world out there. talking to the people in my life right now, the characters who've made their entrances on the stage, but scratching the surface of each of our own little worlds that we live.
i write in my room at the edge of my bed, the same half on which i'd jerk off with the lights also completely turned off as they are right now. the window is just tilted open at the top, hinged at the bottom. i like the gentle chilliness it adds, just so slightly. i feel at home, safe and at peace tonight.