The day Kim Jong-Il visited me

Last night I had an entertaining dream in which I was trying to write an essay concerning the linkage between Soviet realism and North Korean feminist theology. However, it was a difficult essay to write, since I had to get it around a headland with tricky currents, Kim Jong-Il was concerned about the direction the essay was taking and I had a hair in my rice dish.


4 thoughts on “The day Kim Jong-Il visited me

      1. whoops – I read ‘my hair in a rice dish’ … are you sure you didn’t just alter it? Maybe I dreamed it.

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