Day Seven of Fourteen

I’m trying to make everything last. But I already ate the chocolate. I had promised it to myself as a reward for getting halfway through isolation halfway intact, and I kept that promise this afternoon, most of the way between lunch and dinner. Otherwise, I’ve been spending most of my time on math, learning as many math words as I can in Korean and getting comfortable with the concepts I’ll need in my research group. I coded a simplex method.

One of the staff at the quarantine facility gave me his contact info and said we should stay in touch. I have my first friend, then, at SNU, and you could do some Bayesian stuff to argue it won’t be long before I have a couple others. This has me in high spirits. That, and that they are feeding us well.

It occurs to me that there will be a day at the end of this when I look back and say, I can’t believe how fast it went. Certainly it was like that with my time in Naju. I can still recall, if I look far enough inward, the feeling of my bed in my apartment by the river, the way the trees framed the window, the awkward hop between the bedroom and the shower … but I can also feel the memory fading, already, as irretrievable as every other mundane sensation.