He has lived in London, he has lived in Korea.
He points to the aging white man (teacher) in Itaewon, clutching his Hite amidst the third round of a weekly quiz, red eyes, mostly bitter answers.
He points to the aging man (corporate) on the London Underground, newspaper under arm, swinging from the only available remaining handle .
He asks, 'Who would I rather become?'
If we divided our lives into eras represented by 'Wh' questions instead of '-ic', '-ithic', '-ian' &c., I would feel exhausted continuing to ponder the 'Where?' questions of the last three years. The 'What' questions are long gone, having swiftly marched onto 'Why' at the expense of around £9,000 a year. 'When'... I suppose we'll ask that in ill health.
I'm asking the wrong question in simply comparing the maudlin.
Instead, surely, I need to turn my attention to the happy expats at home with their kids in Apgujeong, and stop misreading the disdain of half hour commutes as written proof, signed, sent, of a life wasted.
Conclusion: I have none.
But had been considering, on the subway ride home, becoming a blogger who writes of nothing in particular, but through dramatic spacing appears like a substantial, sequential thinker.
All the best,