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

  wind.cloud walking with son. wind요. why cloud take with me요. ──────────── 6/18/2021 [Cloud and Wind] While taking a walk with my son, I ask him a question. If you could use a little magic for a moment and turn into either wind or cloud, which one would you want to become? My son thinks and thinks. Son / ... Wind요. Why? Son / “Because if I become wind, I can take the clouds around with me요.” Right? If you become wind and travel here and there, taking the clouds with you, you won't be lonely. When you're thirsty, you can eat a little cloud and wet your throat. When you're tired, you can spread a cloud underneath you and lie down. And when you go somewhere cold, you can cover yourself with a cloud and sleep... haha. Dad was thinking wind too, but since you said wind, Dad will become a cloud and follow right behind you everywhere. haha. On Friday, June 18, we left home around 6:15 and came back at almost 8. ──────────── 6/18/2021 [구름과 바람] 아들과 산책 중에 아들에게 질문한다. 만약 잠깐 요술을 부려서 바람...

  dirt clothes outer off under on. dirt clothes brought. put on dirt. ──────────── 8:32 PM 10/13/2025 [Clothes.. Dirt Clothes.. Death] I take off my outer clothes, and when I put on my underwear, that guy comes looking for me. To go to that guy's home, I put on the dirt underwear that guy handed me. Once I put it on, nature is my brothers and sisters. That guy, I find out, is a thankful friend who found the brothers and sisters I had lost. Meeting my brothers and sisters and staying there in the dirt, I realize that while I lived above the dirt, I was a murderer. My life is a sinner. Now, to pay for that sin, I live in the dirt. ──────────── 8:32 PM 10/13/2025 [옷.. 흙옷.. 죽음] 겉옷 벗고 속옷 입으니 그놈 찾아온다. 그놈 집에 가기 위해 그놈이 건넨 흙속옷 입었다. 입어보니 자연이 내 형제자매. 그놈 알고 보니 잃은 형제자매 찾아준 고마운 벗. 형제자매 만나 흙 속에 있어보니 흙 위에 살던 동안 나는 살인자. 내 삶은 죄인 이제 그 죄 갚기 위해 흙속에 산다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

  hungry lay down. ground is bedding. ate cloud. not one left. blue kkororok. ──────────── 11:27 AM 3/1/2018 [Hungry] I had no strength, so I lay down. When the strength left my body, the whole ground became bedding. I just lay myself down. I was hungry, so I began eating the clouds shimmering before my eyes. I ate and ate, and before I knew it, my stomach began to fill. Seeing not a single cloud left in the sky, I realized I had eaten too much. When I eat the clouds, the sky grows blue, blue, hungry. When I stuff myself with food from the ground, the sky grows hazy, hazy, full. Ah, these days, the kkororok, kkororok sound hunger makes is the sound of us that keeps me alive and keeps the sky alive. ──────────── 11:27 AM 3/1/2018 [베고파] 기운이 없어 누었다. 몸에 기운이 사라지니 땅바닥이 온통 이부자리다. 그냥 드러 누었다. 배가 고파 눈 위에 아른거리는 구름을 먹기 시작했다. 먹고 먹으니 어느덧 배가 불러온다. 하늘에 구름 한 점 없는 것을 보니 내가 너무 많이 먹었다. 내가 구름을 먹으면 하늘은 푸르게 푸르게 배고파한다. 내가 땅에 음식을 배터지게 먹으면 하늘은 푸옇...

  fog think of son fog. hand opens nothing. eyes two drops. ──────────── June 9, 2021, 11:18 at night [ Fog ? ] A child is fog. When I think of my son, fog begins to rise from somewhere deep inside my body. It fills every corner of me, thick and heavy, until finally even my brain is covered in fog. It swallows stray thoughts, covers the pain of reality, and quietly, without leaving a trace, covers all the problems of reality that I can see. After the deep, thick fog has covered my flesh and spirit, exactly two drops of tears gather in my two eyes. They tremble there, almost ready to fall. And before I know it, the fog that had been so thick quietly begins to withdraw. The fog that first rose from deep inside my body spreads slowly upward. When it reaches my brain, a strange shiver sweeps through it— something almost cold, something like being pricked with a fine sewing needle, a trembling that briefly paralyzes thought. Then it gathers up all the fog inside my body and makes exactl...

1:44 can i play a bit yeah. how long 1 hour 45. 1:44. alarm. ──────────── 7:12 PM 7/3/2021 [1 Hour 44 Minutes] Son / Can I rest for a bit? Yeah. Son / How long can I? The minimum and the maximum are things you make. They are not something Dad makes. How long do you want? Son / 1 hour 45 minutes? Yeah. Do that. Son / Okay. But if you go for 1 hour, 45 minutes, and 1 second before you stop, you lost to time. You didn't play. You lost to time. The reason time is strong is that it is the same for everyone. Son / Yeah. Then I'll set an alarm. So set the alarm for 1 hour 44 minutes, and use the last 1 minute to finish. Then you played the game, and you also won against time. The maximum is when you begin. The minimum is when you are getting close to the end. ──────────── 7:12 PM 7/3/2021 [1시간 44분] 아들/좀 쉬어도 돼? 그래 아들/얼마 큼까지 가능해? 미니멈과 맥스는 네가 만드는 것이지, 아빠가 하는 게 아니다. 얼마나 하고 싶은데 아들/1시간 45분? 그래 그렇게 해. 아들/알았어. 대신에 네가 1시간 45분 1초를 하고 끝내면 너는 시간한테 실패한 거야. 너는 논게 아니라 시간한테 진거야 시간이 스트롱한 이유는 누구에게나 일정하...

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. [Umbrella’s Day Off] A day off. Today, the umbrella’s day off. The sky opens and rain comes over to play. Nok~ nok~ I cannot say no, so I receive it with my whole body. Maybe it is so happy to see me it could die, because it comes down on me without mercy. Tadak~ tak~ tak~ Sswa~aa Kung~ ududuk~ A day off, rain strips, I get wet. Ai, bukkeu~ Ah~ ah~ bukkeu~ We are like that, primal...

  hitch left footprint right footprint walk the universe. god staggers one print. blue bruise. ──────────── June 27, 2021, 2:24 PM [Footprint] God walking through the universe. The left foot of eternity brushes past, and after the right foot of infinity passes... Ah-cha, losing balance, one single-footprint pressed down hard. A round blue bruise. Inside it, I live. ──────────── 6월 27일 21년 오후 2시 24분에.... [발자국] 우주를 걷는 신. 영원의 왼발이 스치고 무한의 오른발이 지나간 뒤... 아차, 하고 중심 잃어 꾹 눌러 찍은 외발자국 하나. 둥근 푸른 멍 그 속에 나 산다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

  my root above ground even the light the root is heavy. above ground even the weed the root is dear. root does not split the ground above. the young the old don't know. i just live. ──────────── 12/12/2025 [My Root] Above the ground, even what is light, its root is heavy. Above the ground, even a weed, its root is precious. The root does not divide what is above the ground. The young don't recognize the old, the old don't care about the young. I don't know. I live, back and forth between the two. ──────────── 12/12/2025 [내 뿌리] 땅 위 가벼운 것도  뿌리는 무겁다. 땅 위  잡풀도 뿌리는 귀하다. 뿌리는 땅 위를 가르지 않는다. 젊은것 늙은 것 몰라보고 늙은 것 젊은것 무관심해. 몰라, 갈팡질팡 산다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read