Eyes drink, cause they’re moist.

I watched a drunk guy stumbling in the streets, and it was funny because he was clutching to a book. It’s funny when you’re so drunk you can’t even distinguish the type. I’ve enjoyed so many classics under these conditions.

On the subject of Christians in Korea — are you aware of the strange phenomenon that 25% of Koreans go to church? The Seoul skyline is littered with replicated apartment buildings with huge numbers on the side, and in between huge neon crosses rise up from every available pocket. But instead of sweeping it away, Christianity builds itself on top of Confucianism — so, you couldn’t imagine a more binding culture. Japanese sometimes asked me if I was Christian out of curiousity — in Korea, I get asked so often, but it seems to be a test. I think, in Korea, the social pressures of Confucianism force people into Christianity. Someone told me that Japan was like America in the 1950s — I couldn’t see their point, but I would say this is true for Korea. A place which is definitely still pre-post-modernity. The belief in the American dream is strong — the Protestant work ethic competes with the fast dollar in an economy where all that is solid melts into air.

I read this hilarious thing in a Seoul tourist magazine — about how the local people enjoy walking along the beautiful banks of the Han River, enjoy the architecture, and drink directly from the river. If you could actually see that the river banks are a wasteland of dirt and construction, and that the river is spanned by huge, rusty bridges.

Eyes get especially moist, when dirt gets caught.