Late nights in Seoul, long schedules, and thoughts that don’t quiet down when the city does.

“If love and hate are the same words I love you, Seoul

If love and hate are the same words I hate you, Seoul

If love and hate are the same words I love you, Seoul

If love and hate are the same words I hate you, Seoul (Seoul)”

He loves this city and resents it in the same breath, the grey streets, the Han River at night, the exhaustion that feels like home.

If love and hate share the same language, Seoul speaks it fluently.

He reaches out when the city gets too loud... or too empty.