Dreams, dreams, dreams...
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Is a man able to survive in this weird modern society? Three parallel stories questioning the matters of freedom, social detachment, loneliness, prejudices and the meaning of life itself. And the one and only force that no one was ever able and/or allowed to be questioning - the force of Love - that puts down all the questions and settles them forever, binding the most detached, setting you free - A Love Supreme.
there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing
that
gentle pure
space
it’s worth
centuries of
existence
say
just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch
that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won’t
get it all
ever.
Charles Bukowski - It's Ours
Foreword
My name is Lee Sungmin and my life has no purpose. This is the 17th time I tried to kill myself but failed miserably. The first time I tried to commit suicide was when I was sixteen and my life also didn't have purpose back then. Or I was bored and didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Just trains. But the trains somehow always went past me or through me and I didn't even feel the trains. I've been standing on the railways for six years now. It became like a habit to me.
My name is Lee Sungmin and I'm standing on the edge of the tallest building in Seoul - the 73-story Tower Palace in Dogok-dong. I wanted my death to be dramatic, I wanted everybody to see me falling and shout: "Look! There's a guy, jumping off the tallest skyscraper in Seoul!" And some other people would say: "What a shame! The building is majestic!" Oh, what a wonderful fall it would be. But then I remembered people jump off all kinds of buildings in Korea, they are all so very tall and compared to that people seem like leaves falling off the trees in the autumn. I live like a number and I'll die as one - I didn't want that to happen to me. I'm not just a regular number. I'm not just a quiet leaf you can hear cracking only if you stepped on it, but maybe not even then. You are too deaf for me, world. You are too dead for me.
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