welcome to the bananery.

I had for a long time wanted to live in Asia. This desire ended up occupying a considerable portion of my consciousness, growing on its own without my realizing it. The arrangements for my departure and relocation were all of a sudden complete without my being able to say exactly how such a particular set of chance events had managed to happen. As if it were an underground stream emerging into the light, the blurred vision of another existence had found its channel and washed away my old life. It’s tempting to say that this is what I wanted.

On the one hand, a change of circumstances was required to establish a proper system of education, on the other hand, a proper system of education was required to bring about a change of social circumstances.

Out of supplies and fuel, the men were sitting around in a tent while a deadly blizzard raged and held rescue teams at bay. Several, I believe had already frozen to death. Oates, tiring of it all, rose and announced: "I'm going outside. I may be some time."

Tell about the South. What it’s like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.

What surprised him most, however, was the logic of his wings. They seemed so natural on that completely human organism that he couldn’t understand why other men didn’t have them too.

I’m from Seoul so I speak like an educated person.