The intent people swarm onto subway cars: overwhelming. I am suffocated as we move, their flow pushing me on. Alien babble seeps through the air with intention, before settling into a subdued silence. I still don’t understand all of their customs/aged tradition. They know, these South Korean people, know that I am learning and so they try to understand me. This soft patience forms the basis of our mutual respect. I learn to modulate loud tones in my voice, whispering words (my speech a noisy cacophony). This is unfamiliar. For now, foreign, but if given time this strange culture so different from my home, will become mine.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
The intent people swarm onto subway cars: overwhelming. I am suffocated as we move, their flow pushing me on. Alien babble seeps through the air with intention, before settling into a subdued silence. I still don’t understand all of their customs/aged tradition. They know, these South Korean people, know that I am learning and so they try to understand me. This soft patience forms the basis of our mutual respect. I learn to modulate loud tones in my voice, whispering words (my speech a noisy cacophony). This is unfamiliar. For now, foreign, but if given time this strange culture so different from my home, will become mine.
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