About

My name is Maya. As you can see, I ran with a very tough crowd in kindergarten. The whole situation was super legit, especially my badass multi-color windbreaker.

This is a blog. I started this blog back in 2006, when I was a twenty-three year old college dropout inexplicably living in London. It was a strange time, actively so. As it turns out, though, no matter how active the strangeness inside your own head, people around you will still sometimes ask questions. Questions like What Are You Doing With Your Life, or Why Are You Doing That Thing With Your Life. So I started telling these people that I was in a state of limbo. And while the glibness of this reply proved surprisingly effective at forestalling further inquiry, over time it also turned out to be kind of self-fulfilling.

In case you are lucky enough to have avoided experiencing it firsthand: limbo sucks. Limbo is not leisure. Limbo is lack. The utter lack of any and all purpose. And whether or not purpose is all it’s cracked up to be, its complete absence will eventually have you chain-smoking in front of your bookcase, transfixed for half the night by the spine of Milan Kundera’s “Unbearable Lightness of Being,” the contents of which you do not even really remember, all while your stomach slowly, wetly inches its way up into your throat.

Cue: the genesis and christening of this blog.

Five years later, the escape itself is still in progress. I am now a twenty-eight year old college graduate living with my long-suffering mother in Seoul, Korea, ostensibly trying to “write.” My recently obtained degree is a Bachelor of Motherfucking Arts in English. I call it: The Moneymaker.

Anyway. You will find no trace of these illustrious blogging origins here. All early posts have been deleted. A fresh start, I told myself, as I clicked each one into oblivion. A purge, of sorts.

Mostly, though, they were just super embarrassing.

This uncharacteristic fit of quasi-discretion in no way guarantees that what I post from here on out will not also be embarrassing. Especially to future-me, another five years on. In fact, the more I think about it, the more obvious it is that this whole undertaking is a bad idea. But I totally spent way too long picking a pleasing minimalistic ‘theme’ for this blog-reboot (ew, gross. sorry.) to not go through with it. And, hopefully, this will get me/keep me writing something without an externally imposed deadline, and get me/keep me in touch with a number of lovely individuals with whom I would like to get/keep in touch.

If you are still reading this, it is very likely that you are one of these individuals.

So:

Thank you for being so rad. I promise that once this escape is finally complete, I will do my damnedest to get you a badass multi-color windbreaker of your very own.

 

– MCW
October 2011