5_It spat out small, shiny letters.
A collection of May sentences written at the end of June.
Maybe it’s because it’s late, but I don’t really remember how May went by.
Fortunately, I was writing down my diary and when I opened it to May,
Overall, I was busy taking over new tasks.
In the meantime, I watched an orchestra performance and subscribed to the daily Lee Seul-ah.
We went beyond free verse and upgraded the #1Day1Consistent project by deciding on a writing style for each day of the week.
Actually, I’ve been feeling a lot of self-doubt these past few days due to work, so I’m feeling weak.
I’m suffering from an unpleasant and frustrating feeling that rarely, if ever, lowers my self-esteem.
(It was very difficult a little while ago.. Yes, this is also a process..)
I am generous to others, pretending to be an adult, pretending to be a maker of famous sayings, pretending to have lived my whole life, and pouring out advice.
In fact, I feel infinitely small in front of myself and my situation. No, it shrinks.
These are days when I want to be comforted.
I thought back over the sentences I collected in May and comforted myself again today…
Since I can’t do it with just words, I’ll try to soothe my mind with a song today..🥲
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I felt like I would die if someone was friendly to me
Just like when the rose tree is too kind
When the evening sunset is particularly friendly
Just like that
what did i do wrong
I felt like Da-jeong was going to kill me.
-. by Lee Geun-hwa (poet)
I went to the library
I went on foot
On the first day, I met a man who was saying goodbye
I came back with the white lips of my dreams
The library on the second day was a little cold
I took out the old sweater that was in the trash can again.
A sane woman was crying between books.
I said I was lost
The library was empty on the third day.
I chewed the paper and ate it.
Something like a fish jumps out
It spat out small, glowing letters.
I feel dizzy and feel better.
I went to the library
Dragging my feet
If you melt the candy slowly and for a long time,
They said that’s what happens when you die
A gentle arm tightens around my neck
People without mouths were standing there looking scared.
I went to the library
death rattling
-.It would be nice if I could live a good life, but I live clumsily. Whether it’s love, work, or anything else, blame yourself briefly and run before it’s too late to say you’re sorry and that you love you.
by Park Seon-ah (author)
-. In this day and age, depression is often caused by living too sincerely or trying too hard.
by Jang Jae-yeol (columnist)
-.The jobs he accepts are those that satisfy at least two of the five main motivations. Money, fun, meaning, duty, beauty. I am quick to reject tasks that meet only one thing or nothing.
-. ‘It’ and ‘same’ must also be separated. You can think of ‘things’ as generally being alone.
-.”Sometimes my writing is good and sometimes it’s not so good, but I remember that it was mostly literary. I think of what I’ve done so far as literature. Opinions may differ as to whether or not it is excellent literature. But I don’t think there’s any reason why it shouldn’t be literature.”
-.”I have many favorite books among published works. Most of the Korean novels and poems I grew up reading are in them. However, I think published literature is only one branch of literature. All kinds of literary works are written outside the system.”
-.There was definitely the first ‘Because of you’ in Seul-ah’s writing. Was it because of kindergarten homework? Was it because of a birthday card sent to my grandfather? Was it because of a compliment from your favorite teacher? I don’t remember exactly now. I guess it didn’t matter anymore. This is because so many reasons have been added over the past thirty years. There are countless people who made me want to write. good you Ugly you. You’re funny. you are crying you are sick I’m jealous of you. sorry for you You deserve to be celebrated. You are amazing. You are strange. you are beautiful You’re just unlucky. You are an animal. I, who see you, hear you, smell you, touch you, eat you, remember you… The reason for literature is the sum of all others.
-. While thinking about the life of a singer with numerous hit songs, I also imagine the life of a writer with many hit songs. The singer’s fans sing along, but the writer’s fans don’t sing along. This is fortunate. When I imagine someone reading my writing in front of me, I feel a little goosebumps. I am not the only writer like this. Another writer, Geum Jeong-yeon, also wrote the sentence, “Hell is a place full of choruses who constantly read what I wrote.” My friends often read the daily Iseul-ah manuscript to my face to annoy me. Then I cover my ears and shout. “Ah~~~ I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!” The reason why this experience was perplexing is because I wrote it without expecting it to come back as sound. If I had known what it would sound like, I would have deleted most of the sentences. There will only be about ten lines of sentences left in each episode. This is very difficult for me, who is generally prosaic.
-.”Society cannot progress healthily without the influence of literature.”
by Haruki Murakami (author)
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A nap awaits you, into a spring night.
I tentatively hold the thin hand of the person who came to meet me.
I am helplessly drawn into the spring night, which is like black water.
Spring is a nap taken from summer, fall and winter.
In one spring day, all four seasons came together on a spring night.
Spring is now a question.
I take the spring chestnuts that fly all year round and cover them like a blanket,
Instead of giving a dumb answer, I take a nap.
A nap is the answer to spring nights.
I should go to sleep quickly. When you see an uprooted tree, you can’t just pass it by.
I should go to sleep quickly. When I see an uprooted tree, I want to lie down in the air.
I like leaning against a tree on a spring night, and I like taking a nap while leaning against it.
Leaves and flowers that bloom like a dream that says it’s okay even if it’s spring.