this week i

woke up at sunrise to jinha to ulsan to gyeongju.

climbed to the top of this hill where the japanese fortress once stood.

joined some highway gangs.

visited the manmade mountain graves of kings.

dropped miguel at the bus station then booked the highest rated hotel under a hundred dollars.  yes that is mexican wrestler fucking and yes that logo has two stick figures sharing a condom for a head but a good value if you don't touch the surfaces.  the complimentary scrunchie a bit much.

biked east into the mountains, south toward the rain.  how many gears does this thing have? saw open the engine, count the number of rings.

keep moving.  most prophecies go unfulfilled, unless somebody's fighting for them.