to shine like a starstrewn sky

About

Here we are, drinking from a well of my words.

Please, drink deeply. Turn down the volume,

Close the door on distractions and despair.

Make yourself at home.

Dear sojourner: welcome to my website! In the vast, sprawling, ever-expanding universe of deeply shrouded photography-forests, shimmering social website castles as bright and sticky-sweet as candy, and a myriad of Internet pages almost as diverse in genre as they are in content, I hope this small well of liquid words will serve as a hiding place and refuge for everyone who stumbles near.

E. M. Forster once said, “You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.” This place is an attempt to pull, into writing, my love for many things: my aching love for the dark spaces between the stars, for shaping small pieces of myself as honestly and delicately as possible in prose or poetry, for my family and friends, for calligraphy, for microfiction, for broken-winged dreams that still struggle to fly, and for little miracles in everyday life. It’s a way for me to seek beauty in the gift of every minute I receive, and to remind myself never to take life for granted. To dare to disturb the universe. To search for a glimpse of God.

My place in this universe:

who I am, what I’m doing, where I hope to go

So, that’s what this place is about. As for me, I’m a Korean student who has dedicated her life to writing in the English language, but I’m still a novice in the art of writing, still struggling to find out what gives lines rhythm and makes ordinary letters turn beautiful. I have a pale, round face, long black hair, and piano fingers made for typing stories. Fingers always held open to catch joy and pain alike.

In parting, despite the unfortunate prevalence of stalkers / perverts on the Internet, here is a photograph of me during Korean Lunar New Year, after stuffing myself with two bowls of rice pudding and squeezing myself into a traditional hanbok.

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And this is me escaping from the jaws of death.

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Well, dear traveler, thank you for reading this long, pretentious post. What, after all, would writing be without readers? What would my well of words thrive on without you?

2 responses

  1. Lovely blog.

    March 25, 2015 at 9:24 am

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