hypatiaWe come, and then we go.It’s been years since we last stayed in this large, and somewhat bewildering house. I have vague memories of my preteen years, when Dad…Nov 8, 2019Nov 8, 2019
hypatiascratch notes; KamakuraOn a turtle’s map, I chart my way to the sea. I hear the crashing of waves, feel a hint of salt on my tongue, and catch the scent of the…Aug 21, 2019Aug 21, 2019
hypatiaOf sliding doors and empty hallsHers is a city of sliding doors, straight corridors that run into sharp corners, and the inchoate, bubbling effervescence of endless…Mar 23, 2019Mar 23, 2019
hypatiascratch notes; SeoulI write this as I sit in a cafe in Hapjeong, by the window, and I watch as people pass by, going about their own lives. The barista serves…Mar 13, 2018Mar 13, 2018
hypatiastring of thoughtstoday has been a great day, wonderful in its littlest and most profound ways. i took a bullet train and watched the sun set amongst the…Jun 25, 2016Jun 25, 2016
hypatiaRainIt rained on Monday. It wasn’t a quick shower, crisp and gentle, but rather the rain came down in thick drops that threatened to make the…Jun 18, 2016Jun 18, 2016
hypatiaSummerIt is summer, but this city smells like spring mixed with autumn in the night, sickly sweet and refreshingly chilly. As I sat in the train…May 28, 2016May 28, 2016
hypatiaFuneralI remember sensations. Sunday morning in someone else’s kitchen, the inviting smell of food offerings. The smooth marble floor and the…May 17, 2016May 17, 2016
hypatia3 in the morningGentle rain on a Saturday afternoon, of streets being washed clean and of pedestrians hurrying to destinations unknown, under their…May 16, 2016May 16, 2016