Andrew Park

I'm a senior high school student at Lawrenceville. I'm a gamer, but in the academic sense: I muse about how characters traverse the digital ecology filled with lush, narrative landscape. I also seem to be a rather unlucky person; I encounter hurdles after hurdles of inconvenience. Not the tragic kind, but the ones that make you waste a lot of time, so you're just left with your thoughts. In these moments of limbo, I find moments of comedy in it to write. Wallowing is not in my blood.

I Don’t Care If I’m Real

Sitting in front of the murky Han River, I don’t even see my own reflections. I hear remnants of life here and there: a group of senior joggers, a street saxophonist whose confidence is admirable, and a little girl screaming at something—kids always seem to see another dimension we don’t.
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