Shift, un-shift, and beyond.
Sponge and Aim Dreaming are rolling along smoothly. At this point, almost everything I absorb, I turn into an episode. This means that I consume considerably less media than I did up to Q1 2023. Most media I consume these days are for meditation. As in… music. Or sounds, more like. I do not multi-task anymore. I can’t believe that three years ago or so, I used to listen to music while writing. Now I don’t listen to anything while taking a walk. Or rather, I listen to the wind and leaves.
Some publication happened this month! Much happy about this. Backlog = not good for psychic health. The soul requires circulation.
ENG to KOR translations of Pure Fiction are happening in the background. It’s too clear now, that there is bound to be a marked separation in the periods of my corpus. So, methinks, I’ll translate everything from Period 1 (gotta think of a cooler name than that…) and then see what happens with the WIPs that were sitting for months on my drives.
This will also be good for my reconciliation with translated works. Yup, reconciliation. For reasons that are silly, from the POV of the present, I condemned my translated stories, because they weren’t original. I mean, yeah, nothing compares to the ECSTASY of original fiction writing (the stories have lives of their own) but even so, I didn’t need to condemn the poor translated babies. So, yeah. It will be good for me to spend time with them.
Noir Urbanisms’s first round of translation is almost complete; HW will do the second round, then I’ll do another third round. Then it will be design (with a designer), back and forth proofreading for multiple rounds. The book will be published by end of November 2023. This has to be so, because we’re publishing with funding from the gov. Yeeees the Korean gov. Government money. Hehehe. It means, we have a deadline.
The blogs are back on their daily schedule. WordPress feels very nice. It’s very much easier to manage hundreds of posts on WordPress.
That said, the trip photographs have still not been all updated. Hahaha. The trip happened in May, and there’s still a backlog. I project that it won’t be until the end of Summer, that I go through them. This is because really, even with the simplest photographs and shortest captions, looking at pictures takes longer than to just write a post. Also, writing something from the now is always more fun.
On the meditation front:
In early June, my first uncontrollable crying-during-meditation happened. (!!!) It was pure catharsis. This first round of crying released so much fear of death.
Thereafter, in the month of June, less intense cathartic events happened. (About 4 different sessions. It’s kinda tricky to define what counts as an “intense cathartic event.”)
Overall, June was a huge breakthrough month for me.
Pure Fiction
๐บ โจ ๐ฎ
Six stories, each based on three random words.
1) golf, skin, king
When incest persists for many centuries, one of the results is that the chin may protrude and the arrangement of teeth may become chaotic.
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2) sneakers, harmonica, boast
Several days before attending an audition at the worldโs best music academy, a destitute boyโwho was called a child prodigyโwas gifted a pair of white sneakers by his grandmother.
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3) mail, fried rice, art
If you send an electronic mail to the account managed by the devil, a fantastic piece of inspiration comes back in response. This rumor had existed at the Royal Art Academy for quite some time.
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4) scalp, drum, wallet
There is a way to forever honor the resonance of a human soul after its death.
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5) tap water, scribble, backcountry
In the backcountry, where not a single shabby shack stands in the one-hundred-kilometer radius, there are said to live many folks who perform strange art.
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6) trial, fever, chin
Officially, it was called a trial, but in reality, it was more like a Hanging Announcement Ceremony.
๐ณ ๐ โ ๏ธ
An extraordinary watermelon-saving spectacle, unfolding in the country of convicts where even the slightest bent back means immediate death.
There is a country, which, in its entirety, is a penal nation. All convicts here cannot bend their backs whatsoever due to the chip implanted behind their ear, a.k.a. the โProper Posture Torture.โ
The surrounding countries, which overflow with non-criminal civilians, air this torturous existence of the convicts in the form of a reality show to maintain social order. They want to suppress riots.
But one day, a woman, who is about to enter Convict Country as yet another rookie, finds a watermelon seed at the entranceโฆ
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ํจ์ด ํฝ์
๐บ โจ ๐ฎ
๊ฐ๊ฐ ์ธ ๊ฐ์ ๋๋ค ๋จ์ด์์ ํ์ํ ์ฌ์ฏ ๊ฐ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ.
1) ๊ณจํ, ๊ฐ์ฃฝ, ์
์ ์ธ๊ธฐ ๊ทผ์น์๊ฐ์ด ์ง์๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ก ํฑ์ด ํ์ด๋์ค๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ ์น์ด์ด ๋นํ์ด์ง๊ธฐ๋ ํ๋ค๋๋ผ.
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2) ์ด๋ํ, ํ๋ชจ๋์นด, ์๋
์ธ๊ณ ์ต๊ณ ์์
์์ ์ค๋์
์ ๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ๋ฉฐ์น ์ , ์ ๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ํ ์๋
์ ์๊ธฐ ํ ๋จธ๋๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฌ ๋์ ํ์ง๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ ๊ฒจ์ฐ๊ฒจ์ฐ ์ฅ๋งํ ํ์ ์ด๋ํ ํ ์ผค๋ ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฌผ ๋ฐ์๋ค.
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3) ๋ฉ์ผ, ๋ณถ์๋ฐฅ, ๋ฏธ์
์
๋ง๊ฐ ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค๋ ๊ณ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฉ์ผ์ ๋ณด๋ด๋ฉด ๋ต์ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ด์ฃผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋์์จ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ์ ์๋ฆฝ ๋ฏธ์ ์์นด๋ฐ๋ฏธ์ ์์ ๋ถํฐ ์์๋ค.
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4) ๋ํผ, ๋ถ, ์ง๊ฐ
์ฌ๋์ด ์ฃฝ๊ณ ๋์๋ ๊ทธ ์ํผ์ ์ธ๋ฆผ์ ์์ํ ๊ธฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด ์๋ค.
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5) ์๋๋ฌผ, ๋์, ์ค์ง
๋ฐ๊ฒฝ ๋ฐฑ ํฌ๋ก๋ฏธํฐ์ ํ๋ฆํ ์ด๊ฐ์ง ํ๋์กฐ์ฐจ ์ ์์ง ์์ ์ค์ง์ ๊ฐ๋ฉด, ํน์ดํ ์์ ์ ํ๋ ์ด๋ค์ด ๋ง๋ค ํ๋ค.
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6) ์ฌํ, ์ด, ํฑ
๋ง๋ง ์ฌํ์ด์ง, ์ด๊ฑด ์ฌ์ค ๊ต์ํ ์ ๊ณ ์์ด๋ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค.
๐ณ ๐ โ ๏ธ
๋ฑ์ 5๋๋ง ๊ตฌ๋ถ๋ ค๋ ์ฃฝ๋ ์ฃ์์ ๋๋ผ์์ ํผ์ณ์ง๋ ๊ธฐ์์ฒ์ธํ ์๋ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์คํํฐํด.
๋๋ผ ์์ฒด๊ฐ ํ๋ฒ ๊ตญ๊ฐ์ธ ๊ณณ์ด ์๋ค. ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฃ์๋ค์ ๊ท ๋ค์ ๋ฐํ ์นฉ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ฑ์ ๊ตฌ๋ถ๋ฆด ์ ์๋ค. ์ผ๋ช โ๋ฐ๋ฅธ ์์ธ ๊ณ ๋ฌธโ์ด๋ค.
๋ฒ์ฃ์๊ฐ ์๋ ์ผ๋ฐ์ธ๋ค๋ก ๋ฏธ์ดํฐ์ง๋ ์ฃผ๋ณ ๊ตญ๊ฐ๋ค์ ์ฃ์๋ค์ ์ด๋ฌํ ๊ณ ๋ฌธ ์ํ์ ๋ฆฌ์ผ๋ฆฌํฐ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐฉ์ก์ ๋ด๋ณด๋ด๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ ์์ ์ ์ ์งํ๋ค. ํญ๋์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ด๋ ๋ , ํ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ก ์ฃ์์ ๋๋ผ์ ์ ์ฅํ๋ ค๋ ์์ค์ ์ ๊ตฌ์์ ์๋ฐ์จ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋๋ฐโฆโฆ
์์ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฐ
๊ณ ๋ง์ฌ๋
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