Late Night Korean Street Food

You might have noticed I'm writing in the future.

From the future.

I'm stacking these musings.

Getting ahead of the game.

And that seems like a fine idea.

After all, I'm not in the predictions markets.

Everything is a predictions market.

No fortunes being told or sold here.

Just a bit under the weather so I sits and I writes.

All sickness sucks, but this one ain't so bad.

I got to admit, this new avatar I have now is so different.

Diminished but improved.

Refined through gamma rays and platinum.

Weaker but stronger.

It's not perfect, but I consider it an upgrade.

Like a new-to-me truck.

Sure it's got some miles.

But it'll get you out of sheet.

And keep you from getting in 'em.

I'm no longer the fighter class. Or paladin.

Probably more monk.

That is a nice word to say:

Monk.

I always wondered how fast I'd get old.

If it would ever happen.

And I learned that it did. 

And that it happened pretty fast.

It wasn't gradual.

It happened in flashes.

That which does not kill you...

But I ain't mad.

I'm just happy to be here.

Besides, it matches my soul.

Middle aged and crazy!!!

Old.

Oh, that's where you were going.

An old Seoul.

🎵 It's been so long since I've seen the ocean.

I guess I should. 🕊 🎶