Forty-eight posts is more aesthetically pleasing than forty-seven.
It's the number of continental United States, for one thing.
I moved to South Korea a week ago.
I'm still waiting for it to "hit me."
I don't think things ever really "hit me."
They just kind of happen and seem normal while they're happening and then maybe sometimes they seem weird in retrospect, but usually not even then.
I've been thinking about it and I think I do usually feel anticipatory emotions, but not in this case, and that's why it was so strange to me this time around. Usually most of the taste is in the smell, so to speak.
There is a rhizome hanging above my desk.
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