Category: Musings
In Finitude
Imagine being in the middle of the world,the exact pointin which everything crossescrosses one’s mindscrosses, crosses, crosseseveryone else carries on their backs Imagine being in the middle of the universe,the deepest spacewhere gravity is concentratedwhere nothing else matters but the nothingness of mattereveryone, hence, is everyone else: is no one else. Imagine being in the…
I am in a box (digital single)
Here’s a short little song I made. One leap out of the void, many small steps to the Beautiful Elsewhere that is life. I’d like to thank Past Gyuri for the lyrics (and also Past-Sick-Gyuri for the original recording. Hahaha). And a little longer video recorded live from the 3D café: Stream “I am in…
555
five poems for fateful days rain of the twentieth The Holy Grail God’s Face Walking under two ladders A Treasure to be Shared five photos that i like right now five attempts at thinking 시간이 좀 빨리다 못 잊기 어떻게 -영원한 여자아이 이제부터 우리 다섯있다. 갑자기야. 많은 감사있다 또 희망이
eye&subjectivity: self-portraits in film
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Interlude: two poems and a thought
I. Sometimes I feel it / and yet it escapes me / that golden burst of light that lightness of living / for drowning but my own gravity / keeps me from the currents I long for II. The devil left the details long ago to look for warmer pastures An island far east where…
log of a serious thursday, 29 April 2021
오후 2:22 Why does it feel like today, the 29th, is a significant day? I can’t recall anything. I am back here in the café with last night’s leftover Americano, new ice for the drink, and not as many thoughts except for this desire to create something. And maybe if I feel deeper, there’s a…
Thoughts from eternity
The days pass by like the wind: sometimes strong, quick, as if wanting to bring with it anything and everything that is not rooted; some days slow, gentle, yet still fleeting. It ends but you know it would come back again. I feel like an old wood tree. Sometimes spring comes and I think it…
“One dose for the OCPD patient”
I’ve been feeling called to write for a while now, which means it’s also been a while since I’ve written. I’m not sure if the inaction is due to resistance or that I had misjudged the feeling as a calling. Maybe I just felt pressured whenever an hour without writing passes by. I’ve also been…
Because I Don’t Know The Next Step
There’s this sense of guilt when one fails or struggles to do something when one’s heart isn’t in it. It’s always been faint, but sometimes it gets a little stronger. These days I’m learning to appreciate why it’s there. Today, for absolutely no reason, I feel called to choose: should I try to live ‘more…
Writing Just Because I Want To Do So
I don’t believe in either writing as an innately difficult endeavour and in the existential significance of doing things one does not want to do. And ‘cancel culture’, whatever that is, I guess. Over the years, I have found myself with a better control on my anger through a surprising solution: by distancing myself from…