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I'm in Wilmington, NC on this very last day of 2020. Approximately 2 hrs south by east of Chapel Hill. It's full of touristy hotspots, they have a very nice mall here too, plus 3 beaches.Had me some delicious Pho last night from Indochine (a local hotspot here, was a madhouse last night!). Interesting Thai/Vietnamese menu, you seldom see that. I forgot how much I miss legit asian food. The culinary scene in Chapel Hill caters to college town kids, meaning it's cheap fare, shoddily made. These snowflakes couldn't care less about quality food, actually. That's precisely why you have all of these rinky dink places that serves crap rather than legit food. Back in Chicago, I'd order this for lunch like it was nothing, lol. Like it was Mcky D's! Hah hah.

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to LisbonHere's me flying right before the pandemic struck. And thus I got to see the city of my origin story once more before travel bans, masks, and great fear, anxiety, civil unrest, political upheaval sets in

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This is simply my bright white mindspace online, written in a way that's easily digestible. Let's face it people have short attention spans these days, I get it.

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you've been on a personal blog before I'm sure, nothing new there.

This one is a personal journal of reflection, musings, thoughts, memories, me waxing nostalgia and loving it. Guilt-free, shameless, perhaps a bit peculiar and overly wordy. Can't help that I'm a writer, I'm a wordy being by default.

Why would you/should you deign to expend any sort of quality time reading me? That's a question better left unanswered. I honestly couldn't give you any sort of mansplation. Maybe you're bored, or want to join my secret club, or subscribe to my info types. This is far more edifying for my own betterment than it is for your self-amusement, really.

as I'd already started, or tried to communicate to you this is a personal journal, with feelings & emotions sometimes (lol). Or me talking about the fun stupid shit you could hardly care about. One can only be so deep before the expiration date expires.

Whatever the reason I'm sure you'll discover it, eventually, and I hope that I've succeeded in earning your interest.

Author: Spike

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The author, spike is a half-Korean/white city boy from the north side of Chicago.

For all intents and purposes, you can refer to me as spike (online at least). Unlike Zuckerberg who thought it was a good idea, we all utilize real names in an ever-increasingly dangerous web, on an overpopulated platform that's slated to becoming the next new Myspace I disagree with such sentiments.

I'm originally from Chicago and moved to the sunny piedmont state of North Carolina in September of 2019, well before the year Covid-19 swept across the world. I'm a creative being, multi-talented and just a chillaxed city cat who isn't easily bothered by things, by life online or off. I neither think too highly of myself nor diminish myself much either. Some would say I'm a trip, others might say I'm mysterious and some obnoxious, and unintentionally hilarious/amusing/entertaining.

Whatever the case might be, I'm simply here expressing myself because I can, felt inclined to and well, when you're an exceptional professional you just don't stop.