Snapshots from Seoul

Having just finished a delicious meal of Sam Gyup Sal with a few close friends in Guri, a satellite of Seoul, I thought I would jot down a few notes from our conversation. Unsurprisingly, the conversation dealt heavily with the weighty matters of conflict in our yard.

• "Shit. I don't think I have my uniform anymore. How can I get drafted if I lost my uniform?"
• "Where's the first place you go if the call comes in that things have escalated? The embassy? The bar?"
• "Speaking of which, I left my passport in the office. I wouldn't even be able to get into my own embassy."
• "Imagine what it would feel like if you got a text message from me just being like, 'it started.' What would I even write? Would I write that? What about 'IT BEGINS!' Or maybe 'those assholes should have stayed out of the West Sea.'"
• "What will I wear? Should I take a shower?"

If the devil is in the details then the details are delicious.