“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus

There’s nothing I love in winter. It demands too much and cares too little.

It snowed heavily in Seoul yesterday. For the first part of my day, this was of little inconvenience. I woke up near noon, poured myself an iced mocha despite the chill, and finished Haruki Murakami’s book, Men Without Women. I… Read the rest >>> “Winter (thoughts)”