• 미분류

    Thoughts in Whisfee cafe-bar in an old apartment.

    In this strange city, I am continually pondering on death. Not desiring death but being conscious of death. I won’t be here forever. This moment also will be gone as if it’s never existed. And I will be either. Then I feel an affinity with this city where I stay a while, where I live the moment as if I live for eternity. Do I feel at ease in this strange city as I have lived like a fugitive from familiarity? My family, society, and country. I have felt fear and distance from what I should have felt comfortable. The pressure that I should appreciate the familiar things which are…