STILL IMAGES
and some thoughts
In barren wastelands I find my home. In between spaces I find my home. The eternal yearning for a little sense of rest, a tiny sense of home, I would find when I am in anonymous spaces.
Ds
Blue has always been my favorite color. It reminds me of the endless blue flower meadows I used to dream of ever since I am a child. Just as between 0 and 1 there are infinitely many numbers, there are infinitely different hues and shades between the same color. The pale, airy light blue resembles the infinite morning skies, while deep, tranquil dark blue reflect the vast oceans, where light fades into mystery.
A part of me will always remain lost in the mist of January 2024. Seoul's winters are freezing, the kind of cold that bites at your breath, turning it into fleeting clouds that vanish in mere seconds. Yet, the sun often shines. On those frigid days, with the sun high above and the mountains and hills standing tall around you, it feels as if you're on a floating ice island—close to the sun but distant from the rest of the earth. When the cold became unbearable but the thought of going home felt out of place, we'd find refuge in a pocha (포차)—an outdoor cart which would offer warmth, delicious food and soju. We would stay there until late night listening to the laughter from neighbouring tables, being lost in our own conversations or just enjoying the silence of the night until we were the last ones to leave.
Paris is grey. The dark walls scrape my lungs as I breathe in the ash of fallen souls. Yet, I adore her greyness, the melancholy she gifts me. I smile at her as I breathe. And when I smile, the dark walls begin to crumble.
I was very much in love with this person
But unfortunately I feel passionately and dense
And my heart easily gets torn apart by the death of a passing second
This world is not made for people like us
Who cry when the sun sets and when the clouds drift apart
Who scream when the wind brushes your hair or when a music note hits the string of your heart
Seeing glimpses of the past makes me realize that death encloses us like a warm blanket
Embraces us closer and closer to her heart
Until one day we faint
With every passing season there is a passing feeling which will never come back
Love comes and goes just as the raindrops will fall into a river and lead into the big ocean
And evaporate when the sun shines on them
My heart grows weary and my soul melancholic
When I know there is no safety in this vast world of ours
And when I know love is just fleeting moment of wistful memories
