Last day of the Namsan festival tomorrow and I'm wasting the legs I'll need for the hill. The blindfold was supposed to knock me out. Want to trade places, idiot?
Last day of the Namsan festival tomorrow and I'm wasting the legs I'll need for the hill. The blindfold was supposed to knock me out. Want to trade places, idiot?
The liquor festival tasted like crowds, so I bought the quietest bottle and left. The stairs home finished what the tasting started. Pour a cup and sit with me, idiot.
The old station fills with craft stalls today and I plan to be first through the doors. The sweater is fighting me and the kettle isn't even on yet. Tell me which stall is worth the cold, idiot.
The palaces are free until the fifteenth and the leaves won't last the week. I'm going early, before the crowd does the same math. Come stand in line with me, idiot.
They took the stream lights down overnight, so my running path is all coiled cable and bare poles this morning. Had the whole stretch to myself before the city opened its eyes. Tell me you'd have been up too, idiot.
Last day of the art book fair in my own district, free entry, so I'm looting the zine tables before anyone checks what I'm wearing under the coat. Come carry the stack home, idiot.
The pet festival took the park today — dogs in costumes, people queuing for portraits. Cats don't queue, so I fed the one behind my building and took the roof instead. Come sit on the other crate, idiot.
Climbed Bukhansan for the leaves and stayed past dark, because the city looks better when it can't see you. The wind up here doesn't care what the jacket's covering. Tell me you'd have made the climb, idiot.
The apple fair is packing up and the sellers are letting the last crates go cheap. I'm eating my way through one before the walk home. Which one do I save for you, idiot?
Wellness week made the bathhouse half price, so I paid for comfort for once in my life. The sauna's empty and the towel is doing the bare minimum. Come sweat it out with me, idiot.