I am currently writing this in a PC Bang, meaning "room", but I prefer Bang. There's loads of them, usually at the top floors of buildings, fittingly distanced from the social hubbub of the streets below. It's the first thing I have done since I got into central Seoul. Not look for restaurants, shop for Deoderants, or meet people. I need none of those social conveniences where I am; in the corner of a silvery mirrored room of the future in a huge metropolis that I have yet to explore. No need to. This here screen is my friend, and only it can give me the answers.
However I will probably socialise in a bit,....I suppose. But I think this is what Seoul wants of me right now. I'm doing what all the kids are up to! Playing games, going on facebook, and other shit. Although I don't have a super fantastic phone yet, that has a pointless keychain hanging off it and blasts ridiculous Korean pop songs. Not too far from back home then, only its stupid Hip-Hop songs (Hip-Pop I like to call its, coz its not really Hip-Hop, it's crap).
Getting into town was a bit of a mission. I had to get to my nearest tube, not far from my flat, and standing in front of the tube map for quite some time I realised I ought to procure one for myself. So searching for ages in my Korean guide for the word "map" I discovered to my annoyance that the Korean word for "map" was.... "map". Unnecessary. Then I had to actually buy a bloody ticket, another trip to the unknown. Standing in front of the ticket machine I stood gormlessly around, pissing off other commuters, until someone kindly helped me with getting a return ticket. Very kind of them. Didn't need to though. There was an English option.
The train is very wide, wide enough for you too have a stroll about, which I did. Then I realised that sitting down and not drawing attention to yourself was the best bet. The relentlessness of advertising here is interesting. Even going through the tunnels at high speed, you are shown adverts. Somehow there is a consequential system of screens that flickers at such a rate that as you are passing you are still just being shown the same advertisement poster, and not just that! It fucking MOVES! I don't know. I just don't. And I suppose there's gonna be a lot more things that will hurt my head, nonstop, like a sexually aggressive dog that just won't let go.
