High Life

We've moved to Seoul and are living on the 23rd floor of a 23-floor apartment complex. We've reached the top. There's no place to go but down.

I've never lived this high up before. When I look out the windows at night, I can see even more neon crosses, like thousands of celestial markers set up on the one-way path, each signaling "Cross Here! Cross Here! Cross Here!"

The celestial omnibus passes by my window, so all you hitchhikers to the universe, give me a wave as you pass by.

As for you mortals still down below, I'll be blogging to you from this great height . . .