today i got an email from my department.
the schedule and the requirements for the first year PhD art history look like hell……….8 graduate seminars 2 language exams 1 serious paper again…..
i am bleeding inside……why i choose to suffer as if a shackled slave.
yesterday hanging out with a Korean friend in Roppongi, who I met in Nagasaki. we watched the Tokyo Tower until night and shared a lot of stories and feelings about such an indifferent but charming metropolitan. Tokyo is a nice place, but we dont belong to it.
tokyo is unbearably hot……
i wanna go home, to write my damn papers.