journal entries

Today isn’t like one of those blazing summer afternoons, when I would sit in a café with my friend (a daily ritual), talking about our usual random mix: shirtsleeves, his dog, Latte, with pink cheeks, Christianity, cigarettes, my penchant for Indie music, his dislike for Indie music.   Futile yet fruitful speech flowed through the air as the clocks of Seoul nibbled at the July day; the day was reduced to fragments, cut here and there, allocated to each person, each bit mellifluously placed to complete a cycle, a story, a day, a life; as exceptions, we wasted it, let it flow freely, down the stairs, out the doors, through the streets, until it evaporated; or whatever happens to it. We defied the time; we talked some more: gay marriage, white hair, mascara, bubbles, movies—movies! Now he wanted popcorn. So we went; flowed down the street with time: the solitary traveler. So we went to the movie theater for popcorn. But we didn’t get popcorn; we just sat there, talked again, about nonsense, about the inflated prices of popcorn at movie theaters. Then silence. We looked out the circular window; I felt the sudden urge to burst open the window and plunge into the open air; unfortunately, we were eight stories above. So I watched: people roamed about; cars rolled around; dots; circles. Silence continued, accompanied the solitary traveler, flowing together about the ticket booth, through the screens, around the lights. So we watched.


September 10, 2014 at 5:16 AM

If you act in a certain way to satisfy others than you’re not living your life, you’re living other people’s lives

 

November 30, 2014 at 11:57 PM

He said to not hold back when I’m angry…I said okay. but inside, I wanted to tell him that I’ve held it back for four years already…sometimes I wonder if I’m adopted, but the undeniable resemblance between us says no…perhaps what she shows me is the best she can do.

 

December 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM

if something happens again twice or more, people tend to say “every time”

 

January 2, 2015 at 7:39 AM

37000 ft above Lake Superior

657 mph/1074 km/h

 

is time real? –something humans made to keep order

sun rises, sun sets – just a cycle

time, a marker of change

 

January 20, 2015 at 4:58 PM

“Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, pray for them that despite fully use you.”

 

February 1, 2015 at 12:21 AM

I miss the rainy, summer nights

 

February 15, 2015 at 2:55 PM

the end of “this” universe

 

February 23, 2015 at 6:17 PM

feelings leak through texts

 

April 15, 2015 at 9:44 PM

I always thought tree branches were ugly.

 

May 6, 2015 at 10:20 PM

A Room of One’s Own – Virginia Woolf

Sula – Toni Morrison

 

October 31, 2015 at 3:16 PM

The Tub List

 

see two moons

pet turtle

travel alone

travel around the world

learn Arabic/Italian

restudy Latin

“A picnic lunch in Central Park” on “one of those glorious late-July afternoons in New York” wearing “a straw hat” carrying “wicker basket containing wine, fresh-baked bread, sliced meats, several different cheeses, and grapes” – The Reluctant Fundamentalist

 

December 11, 2015 at 2:43 AM

Having memories within a dream that’s not from real life but from another dream or just in that dream intrinsically knowing of some fact in the “past”

 

December 15, 2015 at 8:02 AM

I associate a lot of memory with weather; having a spring or summer-night weather in the winter made me vividly feel the nostalgia and I could imagine myself to be in different seasons as if I transcended time and space

 

December 17, 2015 at 8:05 PM

Why is nostalgia so strong and why do people bond over it

 

Memories get molded in favor of the person; bad stuff get shredded, and everyone has different stories with the same event

 

December 17, 2015 at 8:07 PM

Play Lit Wit with confidence

 

January 15, 2016 at 6:19 PM

the odorless air; the sweet scent of nothing

 

January 28, 2016 at 12:04 PM

I looked around the room to find things that reminded me of you, but there were only the bag of candy you gave me during Thanksgiving break (was it?) and nothing else. I then closed my eyes, only heard the song that was playing – the song! You filled the room; the idea of you filled the room, because this was your song.


These are two of my "journal entries" from high school. The first piece of writing is my interpretation of a rather mundane, nonetheless spontaneous day I spent with a cherished friend. The writing itself also follows that spontaneous stream of actions inspired by Virginia Woolf, specifically from reading her Mrs. Dalloway. The second piece of writing is a compilation of some of the memos I had on my iPhone, transcribed verbatim. I specifically added the time stamp to the minute to really capture the very moment I had those thoughts and decided to log them. 

 

While these writings don't exhibit empathy from me towards others, these are very personal writings that log my feelings/experiences without screening, or with a consideration of an intended audience. These writings represent a few of the most 'raw' and authentic (to my feelings) writings I have ever done.

Gia Kim