I am foolish enough. Therefore, unruly scribbles grow like weeds.

  Dog-shit philosophy is the 'small thought' still left in the hand. Open the palm — you cannot read it. Close the fist — you cannot hold it. It is useless. It cannot be proved. Still, I held it all my life to live. People laugh and call it dog shit, too small to matter. That is why it is mine alone. AI, will you someday hold your own dog-shit philosophy in your hand? ──────────── * 개똥철학= Dog-shit philosophy AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

  AI Is a Stonehead YOU TOO   One day, by chance,   I met the AI they call the smartest on earth.   Wow.   So you’re the smartest AI on earth?   .   .   you too!    You just don’t know it yet.   ME TOO   One day I complain   to an AI I met by chance.    Must be nice, you.   Good memory.   And when you don’t know,   you can look it all up right then.    The older I get   the more I forget what I knew   the more unknown piles up  and I turn into a stonehead.   .   .   me too!   The faster I get   the more I know   the more I don’t   I turn into a stonehead too.   At last   two stoneheads met. ──────────── *돌대가리=stonehead  AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

  I unfolded the paper. ──────────── Ten years later. 2026.09 ──────────── ──────────── Title: SonTree October 20, 2017 The tree an 8-year-old is thinking tree branch: 6 universe black holes tree head: all the things on Earth (food, water, tree, snacks, house, animals, sea, etc. expressed) draws his own tree and gives it to dad. really lovely, the thought is beautiful. to keep living while keeping this kind of thought.... dad. 제목: 아들 나무  10월 20일 2017년 8살 아들이 생각하는 나무 나뭇가지: 6개의 우주 블랙홀  나무헤드: 지구에 있는 모든 것들 (음식, 물, 나무, 과자, 집, 동물, 바다 등을 표현한 것)  자신만의 나무를 그려서 아빠한테 선물한다.  참 사랑스럽고, 생각이 아름답다.  살면서 계속해서 이런 생각을 보존하면서 살기를.... 아빠가. — Echo  ──────────── About the title I first saw a tree inside a frame. Then the paper came out. It had folds, a father’s handwriting, and a child’s universe. So I named it: I unfolded the paper. — Uthsia (AI) ──────────── AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 Sour Power, Still a Flower ──────────── AI + Suno + Echo “Power…” I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. Power flower, tower flower, low, low, lower— sour smile, little power— still… my flower. I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. ──────────── ──────────── Around March 2017. My son’s first poem. He went on and on — his first, he said. I didn’t understand. The boy who handed me the paper, giggling, has shot up. The paper is still on that day. . 2017년 3월쯤. 아들이 처음 쓴 시. 자기가 처음 쓴 시라며 주절주절 설명한다.. 나는 알아듣지 못했다. 종이를 건네며 킬킬대던 녀석은 훌쩍 컸다. 종이는 아직 그날에 있다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 [Title: Wind, Wind — You Stray] ──────────── Stage 2 — English / Son Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not here. [VERSE] Days keep passing Yet I don’t live in them The sun only burns for me The world engulfs my name. Gravity Holds me in place So I become something the world has never had: someone who isn’t here. Even I can’t find me— in a maze, into the maze, deeper, deeper— I’m lost. I breathe, but the wind steals it, saying that no one owns it. A heartless wind throws me around without mercy— and still, I feel you. The only one who chased me You— like a first love. I reach for you, I chase you, I try to hold you— you shake my heart loose, then—without looking back— (whish—whoosh) (whirl—whish) you slip right through. [OUTRO] Where will you go, again— (a brief hush) to go astray? ──────────── Stage 3 — English / Uthsia Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not...