I thought this was the place to acting. But more than that, I want to use it as a storage for my personal stories. There are many interesting things on the Internet. I'm trying to save and collect those records, but I won't talk about them here. I need to know how great 'my personal growt'h is.


I'm also a witch. I light a candle at Taro and going Ritual. Sometimes my prayers can be posted here. Don't be surprised. I get spiritual sometimes. Stories like that can be posted. I'm a South Korean, but I practice HooDoo. I had a good reason. Never just because I look cool. I want to do anthropological research on it, too.




I don't care about my life. Even that kind of life is not interested in me. Does it mean that I am mentally ill, too, to be looking at the grandmother sleeping in a mental hospital? In fact, it has nothing to do with it now. While lying on a hospital bed, I wondered how much capital would be needed for the novel [Cuobadis] to be remade into a movie. I realized that he was unexpectedly a person who was interested in other people's futures. It will definitely be a terrible movie if countless Roman petals and enjoyment reappear on the screen. Is this an ecstatic experience of living in a scene that was eye-catching or is it my own use living in a virtual screen? All these thoughts overlapped and I moved away from the image.


An image is like that. An object with an opposite image collapses into an idea in perception. If there was a thought for me, I wanted to replace my body with history and make that historyless. When I look at William Blake's paintings of the Ascending, I think of the disgusting syrup formulation drug that the ancestors fed me. The name of the drug is a history of human will. I wonder now whether it exists for me, too. I also ask myself if that much writing and painting have helped me. Looking down at both hands, I asked myself why I was the thesis and thought of others who are now embodied in my body. There was no answer to return.


For personal research, I practiced reading Durand's [the anthropological structures of the imagination] and summarizing them by item. I was also curious about Eliade, so I read a book that summarized his thoughts. I studied the concept of episteme, which I did not understand while reading Foucault's [Words and Objects], but it is still difficult. I also read the Flusser and Bergson in that context. The best thing was Carl Jung's [Red Book], and I did an experiment to explore the Archetype and decompose the red book's reference in a background. I tried to hear an answer that never came back. It was Jang's 3 years of luck.