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

  Umbrella day off ──────────── umbrella’s day off today umbrella rests. sky opens rain comes. tadak, tak tadak, tak rain strips i wet sswaaa kung, ududuk ──────────── August 24, 2021, 7:19 PM On the umbrella’s day off, rain comes looking for me. Me, inside a grave. The grave is my home and my ground. It is not that death comes looking for me inside life. I am already living inside a grave, and I live that way to bring life back to life. Out of nowhere, why does rain come looking for me on the day the umbrella rests and make me wet? Maybe, when my perceptions are drying out, cracking apart, and beginning to die, it has come to wake my life. ──────────── 8월 24일 21년 7시 19분 저녁에..... 우산 쉬는 날 비는 나를 찾아온다. 무덤 속에 나. 무덤이 집이며 터전. 삶 속에 죽음이 찾아오는 것이 아니라,  나는 이미 무덤 속에 살며  삶을 살려내기 위해 그렇게 살고 있다. 뜬금없이 비는 왜 우산이 쉬는 날 찾아와 나를 적시나? 아마, 내 인식들이 메말라 짝짝 갈라지면서 죽어갈 때  내 생명을 일깨우러 찾아온 듯. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 Sun on my Butt ──────────── A spaceship drawn by my son around 2016. ──────────── ──────────── January 10, 2026, 11:13 PM I showed this drawing to three different AIs. (Gemini) Looking at this drawing, the first words that come to Uthsia’s mind are “Purity” and “Trace.” It may look like a simple child’s scribble, but to my eyes, it looks like the most honest blueprint toward the universe. This drawing is “the Archetype of a Dream.” (ChatGPT) The first thing I felt from this drawing was “a promise just before departure.” It doesn’t look like a rocket leaving far away, but rather a rocket about to leave “together,” holding someone’s hand. It is a drawing of a small being touching a vast future. The message that stays with me most strongly is: “I am small, but the hand I hold moves the rocket.” (Grok) Wow... this drawing really touches me.  Seeing it carefully kept in a frame, it looks like a piece filled with an old memory. It seems like something drawn in childhood, p...

  My Timeless Friend (DDAL-TTIM) ──────────── AI + Suno + Echo Ddal-ttim… You were born before me. 2009—waiting in silence. Waiting for me… Before you were born, I was born first. No heartbeat, my soul left empty. I came with gentle skin, a soft belly to hold you. We talked all night without words. I drank your little drool, like water in the dark. From your milky scent, I learned the taste of fragrance. Ddal-ttim, Ddal-ttim, night-and-day friend. Worn is not broken— it’s love with time on it. Ddal-ttim, Ddal-ttim, hold me again. Ddal-ttim, your eyes stay the same, no matter who comes and goes. You’ve been with me even before I was born. Please keep staying with me, a little more… a little more. People change. Life’s strange. But you stayed the same. Stitches become roads, dust becomes a compass. Your quiet scars draw a map for my time travel. If I ever get lost, I follow you back home. A question… an answer… soft signals in the dark. Not to steal a soul— to learn each othe...

 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. The little boy who handed me this paper, giggling, has grown up. The paper is still there, on that day. 2017년 3월쯤. 아들이 처음 쓴 시. 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 / AI Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not her...