Here’s an insignificant contrast you could draw from your life chapter themes.
You have the title of the chapter. Maybe stamp it as “Corporate Droning” or “Vagabond Roaming” and “University Growings” not that anyone would seriously use these titles. It’s a more matter-of-fact-manner with a “Yeah I got a city job” and “I decided to fly to Seoul” and “Yeah I was going to college”
So you got that on the chalkboard in capitals LIFE IN SEOUL and you could probably quickly answer some questions about it, like the day-to-day. Nothing too hard. Brushstrokes, broad brush strokes.
But what’s interesting about these chapters and these answers is that it didn’t reflect life at all.
Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans.
Every chapter has these little snowglobes about them and it’s all so strange, arbitrary, and these little snowglobes make up the chapter. It’s not working a job, it’s talking to a cocaine addict at 2 AM 7/11. It’s not going to a city, it’s finding yourself in an antique shop in SoHo one evening. It’s the classes, maybe, in college. But it’s more like the evening shuttles brimming with fluoresence and indifference, carting around an emptying campus and autumn silence.