Yakseok

Naneun bonginya?

It's not a very good plan; kind of eclectically patched together from various sources small remorses if I offend in my theft. A condition from yours; a leaf from the screen; a dream I shared with a kid (goat) back when I used to draw some stuff and before I started seeing kids and lions and gods and monsters everywhere.

Mianhae; jongmal mian.

Last night I thought, "in eight hours, I will wake up and forget how badly I want to be normal right now."

The time past; the feeling not entirely. I woke up and thought a bit, which I assure you, is the worst thing you can do after something dark and smoking reaches for you in your sleep. Well, not really, I guess. Nothing's ever really that bad, ya know? Most things taste quite good, actually. Especially pine nuts.

Barthes says:

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

Keunyong...oosun mal? Odi? Malhae-ani, ani, malhajima; a mutt without language must first learn it, or learn to live illiterate. In 442, we learn that it is possible to live as an illiterate in a literate society; one must just live...differently. They live with varying degrees of success depending on the kind of society and the kind of literacy the society demands of them.

This concept perhaps becomes condensed when it is applied to dogs, where words and sounds and scratchings all run together; where literacies all darken and sharpen to a single claw point.

Thank you for talking very quietly to me under stars we couldn't see with the lights off.

It makes me believe I have...a pidgin to work with, at least.

And that makes me happy.

Maybe curious?

Mostly happy.