It’s funny, I use the word “last” there. My life as connected to Iksan is not over, of course. It’s a half hour away. So I don’t know why, but it does in some ways feel that way, as if I have made some kind of monumental move. It’s only a half hour away from Iksan. But now, I live in Jeonju. I suppose my time in Iksan is over in the sense of it being the place where I spend every day. Ah well. Here are some pictures I took there during the last days I spent in this …

I remember when I was a kid, I was digging through a box of my family’s old cassette tapes. I found the usual: Schubert, Schumann, Bach, Handel, Mozart… and a copy of George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass, both cassettes. I listened to it once or twice, wondering whose it was. When I caught my mother singing along the “My Sweet Lord” I realized it must have been hers a long time ago, back when she still had long hair and played guitar and sang folksongs. Anyway, as a kid I resolved to listen to it again. I didn’t really …

… perhaps is not the missing of people I like and care about. After all, I can see them when I want, I can visit and pop in and so forth. The hardest thing about moving also isn’t the process, the hauling of boxes and crap from one place to another, because (joy of joys) I own far less crap in general, and I have a friend helping me move it. No, the hardest thing about moving is that I shall have to give up on my petty resentments and annoyances, those things that I realize now have taken on …