Dear Korea,

I love your nights, i love your lights, i love your streets.
I love your rice, i love your spice, i love your meats.

Dear Korea,

your customer service is impeccable, your prices are cheap
for six thousand won i get a great place to sleep.

Dear Korea,

I apologize for if i ever whine or complain.
you're not at fault for the homesickness in my brain

Dear Korea,

your mountains are beautiful your love is for free,
thank you for taking good care of me.

sincerely,
sincerely,
sincerely,
sincerely,

naomi.

Sometimes i look at an abstract painting and think, this could enthrall you for hours.
You could glance at it and see what images your life experience thus far instantly pulls out of it. then you could study it deeply and find something you didn't see right away. you can try to imagine what the artist was feeling, you can understand what emotion it strikes in you. you can see many small things or a big picture. and just when you think you've got the feel of this painting you could turn it ninety degrees and start all over again, and then do that twice more.

it would be neat to see giant third and even fourth dimensional art, like something you could walk through and experience. Sometimes i can imagine how it might be like, and i just can't wait to see something like it.

I used to worry when i was little that because there is so much music in the world, that we would run out of melodies and no one would be able to write songs anymore. But when i see how much more we have to explore and expand in the world of art, i feel like what we have now is really just the tip of the ice burg.
it feels really comforting, and exciting.