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ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙Collection of Letters‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

Part of the Collaboration between La Esmeralda, Mexico City, and ZHdK, Zurich.

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☁︎｡ ｡☁︎ ☀︎｡｡ ﾟ☁︎☁︎ __̴ı̴̴̡̡̡ ̡͌l̡̡̡ ̡͌l̡*̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡ ̡̡͡|̲̲̲͡͡͡ ̲▫̲͡ ̲̲̲͡͡π̲̲͡͡ ̲̲͡▫̲̲͡͡ ̲|̡̡̡ ̡ ----------> Seoul

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Sense of a Place

A Collaboration between La Esmeralda and ZHdK

"A place is more than its geographical location on the map. It has sensory qualities such as smell and taste, light and shadow, sound and echo. It is shaped by our subjective experiences and memories, by histories, cultures, and ideologies. A place can be a site of nostalgia, privilege and constraint, as it can be a site of possibility, hypothesis, and fantasy. Engaging with the uniqueness of a place, local specificity, and cultural authenticity is a hike on boggy terrain. It could easily nurture patriotic and commercial thinking. However, focusing on the particularities of a place does not necessarily draw on constructed ideas of the present and past - it pays attention to what surrounds and shapes us.

This virtual exhibition presents works by six Bachelor of Fine Arts students from La Esmeralda and the Zurivch University of the Arts, created as part of a transcultural exchange on sense of places in Switzerland, Mexico, and around the world."

Enter the exhibition from 12/06/2024 - 02/06/2025 here: senseofaplace.com

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Letter 3: Dreamscape

Ḯ̶̦̟͔ĉ̴̢̟̖̭̖̒̎h̶̹͕̋̄ ̴̥̖̤̓̀́͗h̸̨̟̗̦͇͐̈́̍̎͝a̸̧͎͉̪̞̅̎̀̀ͅb̸̯̰̗̣͛̊ ̶͇̲̞̀̀̂͝ș̸͖͈̲̹͒́̅̈́͠o̷͓̅̌ ̷̡̘̭̮̩̈́l̶̦̝̗̯̹͑͂̾͊a̶̧͈̗̖͎̭͆̍͛̌͊͆ņ̴̜̪̿̔̍͒̽̐ǵ̷̛͙̹̜̯͉̗̇̈́ ̸̞̜̠̈́̋̿̈́̑ģ̶̩̣̤͊̀̋̐̊͝e̴̳̻̟̥̩̒w̵̩̲͔̯̃͂̍́̊͝ͅǎ̷̟̮͋r̷̨̥̤̠̾̓̆͒̀̓t̵̡̥̭̙̫̽̀͌͊̓ḙ̷̖̯̝͇͂̎́̇ţ̴̳̮̒̾́ Ḑ̷̰̬͔̦̈́̾̍͆̓̂a̸͚̲̘̔̕͝s̵̢̮̮̫̟̫̃̈́̌̔͝s̷̺͖͚͎̮̓͐͆̽́ ̵͎͆͠ĭ̴̖̟̫͌̓͝ŗ̸̻̝̬̭̈̒g̶̙͇͐́e̷͔̭̯͔̯͎̎͆̿̋n̶̢̳̬̩̠͚̓̀d̴̢͗w̵͕̳̉ȁ̷̧̾́̈́s̸̥̓ ̷̢͉͉̺͈̤̃k̷̠̿͌ô̸̧̢̥̳̻͝m̸̡̛̯̐̌̿ͅm̶̢̹̪̟̗̬͠ẗ̶̤́,̶̨̪͉̮̬́͜ ̵͕̺͌͋͑͊͝ã̶̺͈͈̃̓̑b̶̄̋̈́̚͜ě̵̫̯̞r̵̠̲̈́ ̸̠̥̣̗̒́͝n̴̩̟̙͒́̅͜͠ĭ̵͈̻̚͜͠c̷̨̖͔͉̾́̊̿́͠h̷̝̋̄̃͛͆̆ţ̷̰̋͊̔̄́̐ͅs̶̻̗̱̞̫̑ ̷̡̲͙͇̘̬́̓̿͊̌͛v̸̺̰̮̮͈̿̊͐͝o̸̢̬͐̏̈́͘ǹ̵̡̟̲͕͜͝ ̵͎̰͔̲̾͌̈́̕͜ḋ̵̙̩̘͉̖̈́̋̈́ĭ̶̭̟̝̅͋r̶̠̊̇ͅ ̶̝̾̈́̿̆͠k̴̬̠̜̽̂̿̎͝a̷̹͋̆͒͑̉̈́m̵͕͍͇̫̿͋́͘.̶̗̟̣̩̭̃͆̌ͅ ̷̧̬͎̙̒̏̇̏̓͝S̵̺͙̮̦̆̉̈́ć̶̡̪̞̲̱h̸͓͓̱̫̤͒̄͊͗͌͘ŗ̵̤̤̟̉̿ȩ̶̨̬̻̺̱̎͂̓̕i̴͙̖͇͇͖͊b̵̨͓̽͆̽̐ ̴̤̆̏̄̏́d̷͉̣̭̓͌̓̄̓̕ḙ̵̛̛̾̒̈́̊ï̸̹̻̫̱̰̌̔͒̈͠n̶̤̺̖̑ē̵̙͖͊̒̆n̸̮̲͐̈́͋̍͌͠ ̵̛̪͔̐̅̃̽͠ͅl̷̳̋̈́ȩ̴̻̜̠̲̙͂̉t̸̛̤͔́̈̍̕͜ẕ̸̢͓̩̖̐͊̾̔t̸̢͉̳͊̀̏̉͒̚e̶̻͚̔̍̀͘n̴͙͙͓͑ ̸̫̯̰̓̈́́͑͑͠B̴̠͕͓͂͆̚ͅr̶̩̘̪̟̝̟̔̓̏i̶͔̼̯̫͈̅́͘e̸̖͖̬͆f̸̰̻̜̰͆̀͆͋̃ͅ,̴̨̲̟̍ ̶̳̯̞͓̻̒͂̈́̓͑̓ṵ̷̟̀ǹ̷͇͆͐́͝ḑ̸̞̤͇͙̄̽̓͋̚͘ ̶̘̤̙̟͚͑̄̿̋͒̌s̸̩̞͓̓͌̃͘c̴̢̖͚̩̊h̸͈̍̀͌̚̕͠l̷̨̤̯̥̩͔̆͑̆̾i̷̢̬̤̝̎̾͐͊̉͘e̶̜̗̎͗͗̊̓͠ß̷̺̘̃͗́ ̸̯͇̭̙͎̃͗̏d̶̠̙́́͋͊͐̊ḁ̴̛͇̒̒̎̕m̶̙̲̞͍̙̀͊͌́́̚ḭ̴̳̣̈̾̓t̵̲̮̾̆͒̽̈́̊ ̴̛̙̫̟͋à̸̧͚̝̺̝̦̎̅̾̐͝b̴͚̣̺̰̄̓̓͑

I dreamt about you today. You visited w̸̷̴̢̡̺̰̯͎̣̰͉̠͇͚̥̜͓̖̹͇̤̣̆́ͭ͗͆̄̆̂̔ͣ̊́̔̀͡͞h̵̴̢̯̩̖̭̤̝̩͍̹̠̟̠̩̩̙̱̝̾ͦ͌̓ͬ͆ͪͣ̿̉̍ͥ́̒ͦ̉̏͌̂ͦͤ̃͟͞e̵̡̢̗̫̮̝̳̭̋͌͗̽ͥ͒ͯ̆̍̚͞͝ȑ͖e̛͔͉̘̗̘̫̼̠̦̘͆͌ͫ̃͛ͧ͒ͦ̾ͮͤ͌̀̆̏́̊̐ͩͦ̈͘͘͘͜͠ͅ Ǐ̡̢̧̡̢̬͙̗̦̯͇͍͈̺̺͚̟̺̫̼͉̜́̽ͥ̒͑̉̈́̓̍͊̆ͫ̌ͪ̈́̆̉̉̐̕͟͠͞ͅ ļ̨̡̤̤̗̪͈̤̻̫̗̟̭̙͈͓̱͖ͩ͒ͤ̋͊̈̏̄ͪ̕͝ͅi̧̭͈͉͈̪̘̯̥̹̇ͣ̓̐̒ͮͭ͋͛͟ͅv̭̣̺̗̘̜̜ͯ̾̊̏̎̋̓͌͝ę̴̙̯̦̤̱ͩ͒ͬͨͫͨ̂d̛͔̳͓̻̜͖ͫ̚͟ an̗̘̳͎͇͋̀d̡͔̹͔̘̰̲̻̤̬͍̩̳̯̦ͮ͛ͯ̈ͯ͗̎ͧ̉̉̈́̏̍ͨ̏̕͟͢͞ b̵̵̴̨̜̼̪͔͍͉̖͈̜̀̈́͗ͭ́ͬͦͣͬ̿̓̈́̿̾ͩ̓̿̿ͩ̈ͯ̕͢͞e̸̴̡̫͕̻̝͓̦̭̥̞̙̝͗̌͂̄͋ͣ̾́ͭ̈́͛͢͠͡͠͡f̤̥͔̬͐̓̎́͜o̯̜͆r̷̢̝̮̬͖̪͕͕̱̈ͤ͋̆́̀ͦ͐̑͛̓͋͑̄ͮͣͤ̇͊͆͐̅ͫ̉̒͑̑͢͞͝ͅę̸̬̮̻͓̳͍͕͚̫̬̯͙̠̠̼̣̣͇ͥͪ́ͩ̉̍̾̐ͭ̋ͥ̅̋͒̋̽ͫͫ̀͒̾͘͝͡ ỳ̷̵̸̡̩̞̩̰̤͓̭̭̣̮̝̗͈̭̺̱ͯͫ͒̉̌̏̆ͦ͗͋̓̍́̾̓̏̉͋̍ͬ̚͜͟͢͠͡o̱̤͇͍͂̇ͤ͌ͩ͛͢͝ų̨̦̲͎͔͎͓͉̦̖͔̥̯̝̜̥̝̮͚̞̘̫̗̰̽̋̎̎ͧͦ̌͋͊ͦ̾̎͊̈̎͋̔̃̕͝͡ a̵̵̵̷̢̧͖̳͈̻͍͇͕͙̺̣̦͑͑ͣ̀̿̾̈ͦ̋́ͬ́̓̕͝r̴̢̢̤̟͇͍̠͚͗̾̊ͯ̇̋̀̍̀̎͒̅̇ͣ͢͠͡r̶̵̶̷̢̧̹͈̹̜̜͖̜͉̙̱ͬ̿̋͆ͮ̓ͫ̊̎͋͐ͣͮ́̋̌͂͆ͫ̾ͬ͢͢͠ͅỉ̛̠̝͍̥͔͎̩̾̇̓ͭͣ͝v̧͙̭͈̤͎̳̯͎̣͛ͦ̽̋̽̈̏̊̏ͣ͠͝ͅę̶̨̢̛̹̳̭̄̅̿ͬ͆̂ͥ̾̔d̶͙͍͕̙͔̥̽ͩ͡,̸̧̨̬̲͇̳ͣ̾ y̡̧̡̠͉̮͔̝̞͇͙̜͉̥̲͛̅̃ͣ͛́̑̾͒ͣ͒̐̍ͬͧͦͥ̑̒͘͞͠ọ̷̡̨̲̞͕̤̩̹͈̭̠̭̬̙̝̯͓̗͎̥ͥ́̎ͮ̎ͣ͋ͪ͌͗̇ͮͩ͌͒̚u̸̵̡͓̱͈̘̭̤̮͉̟̘͖̟̼̦͎̺ͣͥ͊ͩͩ͗͛͂̎́ͮ̌ͥ͗̀͂ͪ̑͋͞͡ m̵̢̝͎̣̠̣̯͇̗̽̑͢a̢̻̬̟͕̲̮̞̙̲̥͉͎̻͓ͭ̃ͫ̌̎ͮ̆ͦͨͯͩ͗̀̐ͥͩ̍̾ͧͤ̆͒̏̔̔d̶̵͈̩͙͍̫͂ͨ͒ͤͮͨ̽̅é̩ s̷̗̳̝̟̖̘͍͖̏̽ͤ̓̏u̡̡̮̤̺̯̹̣̓̅͗̐̅͊̋͜͠ṟ̵̢̨̗̖͓̻͔̹̱̄͐͗́̅̔̿̐̔ͨͥ͌͊̀͗̌ͣ̈́̀̐̕͜͢͝͞͡͠ͅę̶̱̤͉͚̖̘̜ͭ͊͋̏̈̇̈́̍̾̀ͨ̌̕͞͝ I̡̛͍̦̥̺͉̖͔̥̞̳͈̦͓̤̲̜̓̿͂̄̇ͫͣ͑͋͆̓̄̃̀̀ͩ̈̃ͪ̿̈͂͒̕͜͞͞ͅ'̷̷̨̱̙͓̘̪͙̻̺͔̌̋̑̅ͬ̾̄̌͗̒ͣͮ̓́ͬ͋ͭ͢͠d̶̛͔͔̪̑̈́ͯ̐͘͡ ḥ̵̸͖̗̙̝͖͒̃̒̓̽͑̔̏̋̕_ą̷̶̵̶̡͚̩̰̥͔̥͙͙̞̓͋̒͌͋ͩͬ́͊ͦ͒ͩ̀̊͂̑͞v͢ë̷̞̫̼̞̘̙͈̣͔̥͍̙͍̟̖́̄ͥ̒̐͗ͦͥ̾́̔ͪ̑̉͝͞͠͝͡ time that we could spend together. In this dream, everything happened the same already,m̶̩̳͍͔̗͈͓̽̈́̋͛͌̽̈̚͜ý̴̛͕̮̩̝͙͓̭̩̃̉̾̅̄̈́̈͆͌̍̾̄͂͐͒̕͜͠͝ͅ ̷̬͓̳͇̤͍̥̝͉̦͉̦̉̀͠ͅc̸͖̘͗͊̀̈̓̔̄̀͆̓̍͊́̓̈́̌͌͒́̊̑̿͘ǫ̴̛̪͇̗̲͙̼͔͕̹̹̳̣̳̤̯̻̠̙̭͇̣͇̹̉̈́͆̓̆̇̽͋̇͗̏̒̀̃̓́̀̉̒̊̕ͅṇ̵͍͓͖͈͕̱̲͖̭̀̌͑̊̚f̷̢̢̛͔̺͉̭̠͙̩̮͇̥̟̬̳̰͉͊̀͌͆̿̎͑̐̀̈́͌͘͘e̶͎͓͔̤̝͌͑͂́͠s̷̡̛͖̏͐̅͛ŝ̸̨̧̘͖͙̦͖̺̟̖̰͌̋̑̄́̌͆i̴̪̭͉̣͈̲̖͔͉̦͍̮͉̬̗̭͈̠̯̘̲̳̼͚͕̯͂̌͗͛͜ȏ̸̡̧͓̟͓͇̹̻̩͉̩̟͚̣̩̖̺̰͓͍͓͙̩̪͖̑̑̓͂̅̂͘͜n̵͇̉̃ ̴̦̤̰̘̼̮͙͉̗̹̱̭͐̓̄̉̒̋̄͌͊̇́͗̄̐̓͆̏̕̚w̷͔̪͎͒̓̀̆̑̒̃̔̈́͗̀̊̐́̉̚͘a̶̡̡̛̫͍̠̘̗̭͚͓̻̙̫̟̰̳͓̗͓͈̪͎̽̔̕͝s̷̢͙̠̻̝̥̻̗͎͗͑͗̀́̓͑͒͊̉͛͐̈͛̔̃͂́̌̇͘͘͜ ̸̨̨̛̛̮͕͍̦̦̬͙̥͎͙̮̪̖͙͉͖̝̀́̽̇̋̄͒̊̈́̋͐̾͊̅̀̉͑͠ͅt̶̙̰͎̮̤̾̏̊̀̓̇̀̈́͆̄͂̓̀̔͗̇̐̊͒͘̚͠ḣ̴̨̨̝͉̤͈̙͇͈͙̠͚͉̟͈͕̜̯̬̳̜̌͛͋̈͗͗͗̓̑͝ę̴̢̧̡̗̰̬͇͔̭̥̖̣̝͉̻̼́̎̎̈̊͗́̊́̈̌͐̆͐̍͊̀͘̕͘͝͝͝ ̷̧̡̯̰̦͖̼̠̘̬̮̤̯̉͂͋̓̈́͗̀̈́̉̄͌͜ș̵͈͍̼̟̹͖̮̺͙̦̭̰̳̝̜̰̀̑͋̿̿̏̄̈̽̿̃̾͒â̴̛̩̣͖̜̝̟̌̾͂̈́̀̌̓̂̓̄̓̍̐̑͒̀̉̈͝m̸͍͂̎͂͒͋̔̃̌̌͗͘̚̕͝e̴͖̜̜͎͍̮͓̣̘͖̝̹̟͋̅̔̉̽̀̇͂̎̑̃̋͗̾̌̊͐̾̆͒̕̕͘͝ͅ ̷̨̡̥̤͖̪̘̭̭͕͍̠̩̬̯̠̘̪̻͋͐̾̀̄̈́̓̇̂̋͊͊̽͗̍̕͘̚͘͠͝͠a̸̢̛͓̩̱͕̖̘̘̹̱͇̩͍̗͈̍͊̃̎̉̋̇n̵̜̹̰̓̿͂̓̄ͅd̴̜͐̽͊͠ ̴̛̗̱̼̬͙̰̥̝̹͇̮͙̙̀̎͑͒͌̈́͊͝ẅ̷̰̬͖̙͓͈̯̫̪̹̼̘̙̖̪́̿̓͗̅͑̍̿̂͆̀̓̚è̶͓͇͙̭̥̲̉̏͆́̓̚͝͝ ̵̼͖̮͍͎̰͖͖̲͇̔͑̎̓̈́͒̿̔̑̏̐͂̍͑͜͠k̵̢̗̠͙̯̱̘͉̘̱̒̈̂̔͆͋͒̈̎͐̿̈́̚̚̕e̸̢̡̛̞̝̫̣̝͒̊̿́́̆͊̀͒̔̅͘̚p̵̰͖̬͕̻̬̣̬̻͔͔͂͊͛͆̈́̅͜ͅț̴̛̺̒̏̈́̅̒̊̀̆̽̿̒̋ ̴̢̹̤̥̠̑̔́͆c̴̡͍͎̞̯̺̯͓̬̽̄͆̋̔̀̚͠o̶̦̲̫̬̤̭̒̋͋́̓̔͋͝ņ̵̨̛̄̒͗̓͗͠ṫ̷̛̯͖̦̭̲̆̄̌̽̈̓͑̆͝͠͝ͅą̶̡̧͖͎̜̟̈́̉͐ͅç̸̮̏̃͋͂̄̿̋͂̆̊̊̊̑͛͋t̸̛̮̻̱̀͊̽̍̽͝

But we handled it different, in this dreamscape, ⱳē ӻēłⱦ łīҟē ᵾꞩ ⱥꞡⱥīꞥ.

Why are you filling up every space, evenł₦ ₥Ɏ ĐⱤɆ₳₥s. And why does it feel like you take them away from me, even if you don't.

I realised some things in my ǘ̧̪̰̺̹̹̞͍̗ͥ̏̈́͋̽̂͆̀̒͆̆ͣͪ̈ͤͮ̔͘͜͞ń̶̡̫̘̘͈̭̣͎̗̖ͫ̒̋̉̇̂͊̇ͮ̾͊̒̐̍̄ͯ͜͡c̟̫͚͖̫̗͓͐ͣͬ̕͟ơ̶̛̤͔̩̯̙̘̻̯͖̯͇̘ͭ͑̂̑͌͗͌͗͆ͥ̆͜͜͟͢͢͡n̴̨̰͚͙͉̹̭̝̩̳̝͉̳̦͕̉ͭ̀ͫͦ̔̂͊̓͛͋͌̆̉̀͆̆͘͢͠ͅs͚͓̱͇͊̆ͩ́͗͜c̶̸̡̡̳̗̣̘̼̲͔͓͖̩̰͙͐̒͗͂̏ͮͤ̊̅̔̋̿̃ͤ́͘̚͢ìo̸ū̺̲͇s̛͍͚̗͖̯̝̗͓̹ͮ̾̓̿ͯ̀͐̿̂̉̾͆̀͋͊̒ͥͩͭͭ̈̈́͘͜͝͠:

We worked out in the dream and we worked out in Seoul, because both those places are so detached from our lives back home.

Everything is easier in D͍͕͛̇ṛ͡e̜̻̍̚á̡̌͢ms̞̊ė̬͖̆o͖̳̓̈́u̩̹̐̚l̟̊ because the time there didn't really count.

Maybe I'm ꮦꮒꮛ ꭾꮛꮢꭶꮛፈꮦ ꭶꮭꭵꮑꮆ.

Maybe you d̶̢̧̥͈̹͚̎̍̏̐͆͛͌̒͊͝ǫ̵̙͙͚̮̘̺̙̞͔͉̩̀̿̋̒͠ ̶̢̙͇̣̹̙͂̈̾̓̓̄̊ͅẅ̸̧̺̗̪̝͉̪͔̜̣́̏̇̀̀̉̓͋̓̐̽̀ͅą̵̤͙̭͙̯́͗̓̿̒̉̒͛̅̕͝ņ̴͖̘͈̫͊̏͌̉̈̈̑̎̇̊͝t̴̥̖̟̞̥̲̲̪̼͛́̐̑͘ ̷̨̝̭̱̞͕̋͑͋ͅt̷̢̰̳̃͊͊̈́̚͠h̷̢̲͉͓̬̪̥̣̘͍͓͕̅̆͆̚̚ĩ̴̛̗̮͙̺͈̗̹̮̟̳̬͊̀́̈̈̄́̐̚s̸̲̠̘͓̒̃̌̆̄̃̌̈́̒̑͘͠, just not at home.

Maybe we're damned to circle the options, but never find the middleground.

Í̷͙̺͜c̴̢̛͎̃̾h̷̩͍̜͝ͅ ̶͈͓͂̇͌w̶̟̽́̾̃e̴̖͋ì̴̧̘̺̯̄̂̆ß̵̺̜͍͎̃̐͐͠ ̷͔̫̼̒͝n̵̜͉̽̀̈́̕ͅì̷̯͕͆c̵̦̯̀h̴̛͈̭͚͌͂t̵̟̠̍̑ ̸̭̞͍̒̔̓͝ͅḿ̷̰̹ͅe̸̬̿̃͜h̷̬̬͊̉͆ṟ̵̽̽͗̑ͅ

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Letter 2: Berlin

,,,,,෴,,,,,,,,,The,,,,lawn,, by the,,,,,,,main station,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,෴,,,,,෴,,,,

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,We,,,got ice cream and,,,, sat,, in,,the sun,,,,,෴,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I had so much to do that day, so many places to be, but you made it so easy to forget about all that. You made me wanna stay there with you because what if as soon as I'm out of sight, you forget about me? I can't shake this feeling I get everytime I see you, that this could be the last time. Everything always feels so final with you. Like I've gotta hold on with everything I have otherwise you'll disappear into thin air.

But now Berlin is hard to visit, when everything reminds me of you.

You always talk about Berlin. You live in Berlin, you study in Berlin, you want me to move to Berlin, but Berlin banished me, Berlin Berlin berlibe blerlin berlin enerlin BErlIn BerLin enribelrin belirb bleibrberlibeliberlinberlinerblin ebrlin ber lin berliberblierbBERLIN BERLIERB LIBERLIBERLIB BERLIN, BERLIN ISN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR ME AND YOU! BERLIN I DON'T BELONG HERE ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU DO!

The feeling is so clear to me, that where you are I cannot be`. ´𓇢𓆸

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Letter 1: Seoul

The colour of your hair in the sun, black swimming into hues of blue.

In january the world was turquiose. The city walls, the street lights reflecting off the snow, and even the cashier's earrings at the 7/11 on the corner, turquoise. But by the time I noticed, it felt like you were already slipping through my fingers. I sat in bed crying that night when I found out you would go to Japan. I hadn't even known you for that long by then, seen you maybe a couple of times, but just the thought of never seeing you again left a gaping hole in my chest. Like you had closed your fist around my heart and were pulling towards Japan.

So that's how I noticed. You had entirely consumed the little world I had built up for myself in Seoul, bathing everything in a cyan light.

When I took you to my favourite place in Seoul,

an island Mangwon ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ on the Han river, right off the coast of ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ

overlooking the sky line ⋆｡ ˚ ☁︎ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ˚ . ☽ ˚ ｡ ☁︎ ˚ ⋆ . ' : ｡ ˚ s ⋆ T ⋆ ky o ' unt scr wer : o ai unta ap Namsa ,,,with it's m ns , mo ins,,,,,,,ers, and the,,,,,nNamsan:

you consumed that too.

I gladly offered it all up to you.

But then you went back there without me. You made memories without me and essentially, made these places your own. I don't want to fault you for it, but in doing so, you took these places away from me. Suddenly they weren't exclusive to me anymore, the connection was lost. And that kinda ruins it.

Again, you consumed my whole world, but just not me.

Eating away at these places, taking bite after bite until nothing's left, but me. Rolling hills spilling from your mouth, cherry blossoms on your tongue, spree water dripping down your chin, but what about me?