June 2023 Digest

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

๐Ÿ—บ โœจ ๐Ÿ”ฎ
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.


2) sneakers, harmonica, boast
Several days before attending an audition at the worldโ€™s best music academy, a destitute boyโ€”who was called a child prodigyโ€”was gifted a pair of white sneakers by his grandmother.


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.


4) scalp, drum, wallet
There is a way to forever honor the resonance of a human soul after its death.


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.


6) trial, fever, chin
Officially, it was called a trial, but in reality, it was more like a Hanging Announcement Ceremony.

๐Ÿณ ๐Ÿ‰ 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 โ€œProper 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 entranceโ€ฆ




Daily updates continue. But when a “day” goes by, a given daily post may or may not stay.

ํ“จ์–ด ํ”ฝ์…˜

๐Ÿ—บ โœจ ๐Ÿ”ฎ
๊ฐ๊ฐ ์„ธ ๊ฐœ์˜ ๋žœ๋ค ๋‹จ์–ด์—์„œ ํƒ„์ƒํ•œ ์—ฌ์„ฏ ๊ฐœ์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ.

1) ๊ณจํ”„, ๊ฐ€์ฃฝ, ์™•
์ˆ˜ ์„ธ๊ธฐ ๊ทผ์นœ์ƒ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€์†๋˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋กœ ํ„ฑ์ด ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ค๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์น˜์—ด์ด ๋น„ํ‹€์–ด์ง€๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•œ๋‹ค๋”๋ผ.


2) ์šด๋™ํ™”, ํ•˜๋ชจ๋‹ˆ์นด, ์ž๋ž‘
์„ธ๊ณ„ ์ตœ๊ณ  ์Œ์•…์›์— ์˜ค๋””์…˜์„ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ๋ฉฐ์น  ์ „, ์‹ ๋™์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถˆ๋ฆฌ๋˜ ๊ฐ€๋‚œํ•œ ์†Œ๋…„์€ ์ž๊ธฐ ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋„‰ ๋‹ฌ ๋™์•ˆ ํ์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์›Œ ๊ฒจ์šฐ๊ฒจ์šฐ ์žฅ๋งŒํ•œ ํ•˜์–€ ์šด๋™ํ™” ํ•œ ์ผค๋ ˆ๋ฅผ ์„ ๋ฌผ ๋ฐ›์•˜๋‹ค.


3) ๋ฉ”์ผ, ๋ณถ์Œ๋ฐฅ, ๋ฏธ์ˆ 
์•…๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ด€๋ฆฌํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ณ„์ •์œผ๋กœ ๋ฉ”์ผ์„ ๋ณด๋‚ด๋ฉด ๋‹ต์žฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋๋‚ด์ฃผ๋Š” ์˜๊ฐ์ด ๋Œ์•„์˜จ๋‹ค๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฌธ์€ ์™•๋ฆฝ ๋ฏธ์ˆ  ์•„์นด๋ฐ๋ฏธ์— ์˜ˆ์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.


4) ๋‘ํ”ผ, ๋ถ, ์ง€๊ฐ‘
์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์ฃฝ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ๋„ ๊ทธ ์˜ํ˜ผ์˜ ์šธ๋ฆผ์„ ์˜์›ํžˆ ๊ธฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค.


5) ์ˆ˜๋—๋ฌผ, ๋‚™์„œ, ์˜ค์ง€
๋ฐ˜๊ฒฝ ๋ฐฑ ํ‚ฌ๋กœ๋ฏธํ„ฐ์— ํ—ˆ๋ฆ„ํ•œ ์ดˆ๊ฐ€์ง‘ ํ•˜๋‚˜์กฐ์ฐจ ์„œ ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์˜ค์ง€์— ๊ฐ€๋ฉด, ํŠน์ดํ•œ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ด๋“ค์ด ๋งŽ๋‹ค ํ•œ๋‹ค.


6) ์žฌํŒ, ์—ด, ํ„ฑ
๋ง๋งŒ ์žฌํŒ์ด์ง€, ์ด๊ฑด ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๊ต์ˆ˜ํ˜• ์„ ๊ณ ์‹์ด๋‚˜ ๋‹ค๋ฆ„์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๐Ÿณ ๐Ÿ‰ โ˜ ๏ธ

๋“ฑ์„ 5๋„๋งŒ ๊ตฌ๋ถ€๋ ค๋„ ์ฃฝ๋Š” ์ฃ„์ˆ˜์˜ ๋‚˜๋ผ์—์„œ ํŽผ์ณ์ง€๋Š” ๊ธฐ์ƒ์ฒœ์™ธํ•œ ์ˆ˜๋ฐ• ์‚ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์ŠคํŽ™ํ„ฐํด.

๋‚˜๋ผ ์ž์ฒด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•๋ฒŒ ๊ตญ๊ฐ€์ธ ๊ณณ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๊ณณ์˜ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ฃ„์ˆ˜๋“ค์€ ๊ท€ ๋’ค์— ๋ฐ•ํžŒ ์นฉ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋„ ๋“ฑ์„ ๊ตฌ๋ถ€๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค. ์ผ๋ช… โ€˜๋ฐ”๋ฅธ ์ž์„ธ ๊ณ ๋ฌธโ€™์ด๋‹ค.

๋ฒ”์ฃ„์ž๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹Œ ์ผ๋ฐ˜์ธ๋“ค๋กœ ๋ฏธ์–ดํ„ฐ์ง€๋Š” ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ๊ตญ๊ฐ€๋“ค์€ ์ฃ„์ˆ˜๋“ค์˜ ์ด๋Ÿฌํ•œ ๊ณ ๋ฌธ ์ƒํ™œ์„ ๋ฆฌ์–ผ๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ ์‡ผ๋กœ ๋ฐฉ์†ก์— ๋‚ด๋ณด๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ์‚ฌํšŒ ์•ˆ์ „์„ ์œ ์ง€ํ•œ๋‹ค. ํญ๋™์„ ์–ต๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ์–ด๋Š ๋‚ , ํ•œ ์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ์‹ ์ฐธ์œผ๋กœ ์ฃ„์ˆ˜์˜ ๋‚˜๋ผ์— ์ž…์žฅํ•˜๋ ค๋˜ ์™€์ค‘์— ์ž…๊ตฌ์—์„œ ์ˆ˜๋ฐ•์”จ๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐโ€ฆโ€ฆ

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