Reflecting on the trip to Korea with International Society of Improvised Music (ISIM)
By LaDonna Smith
I realize the amazing surreality of leaving Alabama to go forward in time by going West to go East, to realize a skip of clearly a day, ahead to another day and finding myself as darkness fell in Seoul, Korea where traffic rushes like a hive of ants, constant moving, weaving or stagnated, meticulously working one’s way from one place to the other, headlights lining ribbons in strings like beaded holiday lights, multilayered and strung by the thousand millions over moving wheels, carrying humans to places far, near, or nowhere. Stunning grid of multilayered bridges transporting streams of moving vehicles beyond into the black night. Hours later arriving in the black night on street corner anonymous, for who could read the signs, to walk in which direction, leading into the gleaming pitch resonance of a rainy night. A group of umbrellas moved in mass just across the four lane street with median.
Hailing a cab, driver with iphone for GPS, winding around in the night to find a hotel, nowhere, unheard of, hidden and obscure. Ofcourse, we could not have walked, even though we were told it was only 10 minutes away. Who knew the front entrance would not be a door?
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