Dark night of the Seoul
The cold in Seoul tolls wholly on the soul
Anyway it snowed today and there’s these honey pastries shaped like fish sold on street corners and at the market they sell bags of bees.
Travelling with depression is the best ever. “Oh hey I’m in a new country with sights sounds and edible things I have not ever experienced, let’s stay in our hotel room and cry all day about how fat and ugly and pointless I am then feel really guilty about wasting precious holiday time and spend a few more hours crying about that”
Hitting the “I’m not like other tourists” line pretty hard lately.