What does my life mean? What does it mean to you? I feel like a worker insect, packed densly on a subterranean conveyor belt, rallied from 'home' to work. Home is barely that, for I am a commuter - I leave early in the morning, I reach late at night. It is cold, I am hungry. Do my kids know me? When do we speak? Does society value me? How doth it speak?
Understand me anew. There is an individual under this steely cloak. A mother, a wife, a carer, a daughter.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Seoul, South Korea.
Ah well - it had to end. At least it was the best holiday ever.
Here's a sensible pic from the War Memorial in Seoul. It's 1 of 4 halls inscribed with the names of all the soliders killed in the Korean War from South Korean forces as well as their allies - USA, Australia, Canada etc.
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