Cherry blossoms under the moon. (Sinchon, Seoul, SOUTH KOREA. March 2021.)

We own the night.

ROK and Roll! (my adventures in the land of soju, kimchi, Taekwondo and Twice ❤)

Life is only worth living between 11 p.m. and 4 a.m. At the crossroads of nighttime aspirations and crack of dawn disappointments.

It’s kind of sad in a way, but most people don’t have the strength to face social pressure and follow their own path when the sun is shining, they tend to only be true to themselves under the moonlight. And this is not only due to the alcohol running through their veins. There’s a feeling of doom floating in the air at night, the day is coming to an end after all, and the pressure of social conventions is fading away. It’s like being on death row, there is no turning back. Who knows what’s on the other side. If you are not ready to spit out what’s in your mind and be true to yourself now, when will you ever be?

The next day will only start if you wake-up anyway.

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