textisimage

proof run from yesterday.

sometimes i just like to look at text as a picture, an imagescape that has a meaning outside of what that "image"/"word" signifies.

i felt similarly when i stepped out of the plane in seoul last summer.

i was suddenly surrounded both visually and auditorily by hangul. one strikes a simultaneously contradictory relationship with his/her first tongue - it stays a part of me, even if im not readily surrounded by it. im grounded by it. somehow this language that is so difficult for me to speak and almost impossible to communicate with is the only language that i feel a proclivity towards, a personal tie that extends beyond a functionary relationship.