(the strange dreams a traveler has … continued) Drifting through days of unreality. I had some mad dreams last night I can barely recall. Supposedly set in an exotic land called Turkey, in which these massive dinosaur-like animals were employed for construction purposes. Huge herds of 30 foot tall animals. Like 60 foot tall ostriches. We drove into a town, and all the buildings were so lushly colored in all kinds of bizarre shapes. I tried to film from video camera with one minute of tape left, and the pressing concern that the tape would be confiscated by the state.

I’m so tired. I need some time to recover my focus. I achieved some kind of clarity, but now I’m all disoriented again. I thought I had a new magazine all put together, but coming to Asia throws everything into disarray, makes everything that I was in the process of writing about seem so far away.

Ended up at this Chinese restaurant in the heart of the venture capital district. It blew my mind — shark, and obscure shellfish, and a cocunut milkshake for dessert, and a bill that would have been more than 25% of all the money I have in Korea, were I actually the one who paid. While the upwardly mobile of Seoul had a bite after work, the soundtrack drifted through big band tunes, and Louis Armstrong, and a whole bunch of Christmas songs (even though it’s April), like the one that begins, “chestnuts roasting by an open fire,” but not the Nat King Cole version.

If only I could settle down… I’m looking for a place to go into exile…