After purchasing a latté, Sigma and I went for a hike through Dujeong-dong’s very own mini-mountain (or hill, whatever). I think that the little mountain is commonly referred to as “The Wasteland.” I will say that when you make it up to the peak, the view and general melancholy of fall does elicit a certain T. S. Eliot poem (updated by me to reflect the season).
“[OCTOBER] is the cruellest month, breeding
[Pumpkins] out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with [autumn] rain.
[Summer] kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful [sun], feeding
A little life with dried tubers.”
Now that Sigma and I are “hiked out,” so to speak, I am going to catch the train into Seoul to check out one of the SKY universities (Seoul National, Korean, or Yonsei). A change of plans are in the works…