As promised, a few more snapshots from Jangseungbaegi. I can’t decide whether looking at these photos makes me miss Seoul more or less. Perhaps it’s not a quantitative but rather a qualitative difference—I will always miss Seoul a great deal, but I can’t decide whether these photos make me miss Seoul more sadly or more fondly.
Missing something is such a tangle of heartstrings. I feel moored by this knot, this coil of sadness and love. At times, the mass appears organized and meaningful as a clove hitch; other times, it’s chaotic and raveled as a snag. But it’s always there, always fastening me to one place or another. I have missed, do miss and will continue to miss Seoul in many different arrangements. Perhaps even in ways that I am not capable of missing people. Seoul.

















