A month into 2020, two months into my time in Korea, and barely a day into the year of the White Metal Rat – the appearance of a new post. The title reads (lunar) as I was recently made aware of the fact that the term “Chinese New Year” fails to take into account other countries that celebrate the holiday. Whether there are people who find this slighting or not I’m not particularly aware, but I thought I’d try out this alternate title since it simply and effectively elucidates the reason for the new year in the first place. And anyways, I love the moon. I’m writing this after a…

And so here we are, on the brink of the next year, and the next millennial decade. In the considerable hiatus between this post and the last much has happened. With the end of autumn came the end of my time in Paris, and I’ve been in Korea for over four weeks now. Writing that seems strange, somehow – the time has flown, and yet these past few weeks have been brimming with experiences and feelings and sights that make each day feel fuller than they did back at home. Though I intended to write and tried to once or twice, I’ve been so caught up in the rush of life…