Doggos.
One dog with unlimited freedom to come and go from the shop in Busan mum worked at just down the hill from Busan National University.
The PNU area is one of two places to go in Busan if you want to bask in the reflected glory of Korea's young and beautiful. The other is Seomyeon in the heart of the city. Between the shopping, restaurants and clubs, both areas are a perfect example of why cities thrive when people are allowed to walk to places instead of being forced into a car.
But I've beaten this drum before.
Another dog locked in a small cage next to a well-trafficked tourist spot in Gunsan:
Gyeongam-dong Railroad Village is best known as a place where Korean people go to get nostalgic for a time in Korean history everyone was dirt poor, starving, and likely to die from a leftover landmine. If you're ever seen people dress up as a medieval serf and learn HEMA then you'll realize this urge to live in shittier times because you've never had to watch your siblings die before they turned five is universal.
These dogs may or may not have deserved their stations in life. I do not know, but I have my doubts about the legitimacy of both situations.
I got some films developed. They were taken with the Olympus XA2. It was my first time using the camera and I'm assuming the flops were due to me and not the camera itself. But some samples of other folks' shots with the camera seem a lot clearer than a lot of mine so I'm hoping that I didn't whack the lens out of sorts or anything.
Even so, only one or two shots per roll are ever worth looking at. This is pretty normal so I'm not sweating it. I liked this one. IIRC I took it well over a year ago now. Time flies as you get closer to the grave.
It's also almost a whole year since I came back to Canada. I might have complaints thoughts on the state of things here come the end of June. Or I might just shrug because nothing will ever get better.
When people call me kind, or sweet, or nice, it confuses me. The only reason I don't do petty vindictive things all the time is because I lack the power and money to do petty vindictive things.
If the Death Note landed in my lap you better believe I'd fill that fucker up with names, is what I'm saying.
I do try to have a live and let live approach to the world. Do as you will but do no harm. But let's be real: This is an easy philosophy to follow when you're powerless. I am self-aware and honest with myself to say that, given the mountains of evidence of how even minor power is corrupting, I likely wouldn't hold the same life philosophy if I had Musk Money. I probably would be all "Fuck you, got mine!" because that's just what money and power does to people.
So when people call me kind, or sweet, or nice, it just reminds me that the bar to get over is so low it's sitting in Hell.
Buddha here is sitting on a series of outdoor escalators that take you up to Busan Tower/ Yongdusan Park. He's cool, but I'm more impressed by the fact there's a series of outdoor escalators and they haven't been destroyed by people yet. Maybe the bar is Upper Hell?