Life under late capitalism offers few pleasures.
I spend my days watching Korean dramas and imagine myself sodomising the leads.
'Lovers in Paris' left me in tears.
I wish Satan existed so I could sell my soul for fifteen minutes of licking Kim Jung-Eun.
I try to apply myself to mathematics, to the investigation of Calabi-Yau spaces.
But the Fields Medal won't get me popular in Korea either.
