And now I am in Jeonju. I am a little bit alone, as is anyone who comes to a new place full of people who have their own lives and loves and situations. I shall have to get around to making my own ones… it’s a little lonely. But not so bad. Listening to good music, reading good books, and the challenges of getting one’s house in order (figuratively and literally) does occupy one, at least for the present. Right now, it’s Michel Foucault’s Madness and Civilization, Beck’s Sea Change, and, well, my apartment. I’ll get to the rest of a life later, I suppose. A little hermitry might do me good for a little while anyway. I feel like it.