This feels like a Dantesque version of torture...

3PM, Tuesday, August 8. Just got back from the DMZ. Holy cow. I don't even know where to begin, and the profound frustration of this moment is that I don't have time to write because I have only a few minutes to change into my suit and tie for tonight's closing ceremonies. In fact, there's a good chance I won't have time to write much at all before getting to the airport tomorrow.

So I'll save my post on visiting the DMZ for another day when I have time, and sign off for now with three possible titles that I've thought of for my DMZ post:

“Today I’m pretty sure I met a CIA agent.”

“DMZ: Twilight Zone of the East.”

“38th Parallel – Equal parts bizarre, surreal & mind-boggling.”

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