#[Short Story]_Bangbaek - This is Saldochi's chat room... Now with a short story collection

#Bangbaek

Shh, this story is for your own enjoyment.
No one here can hear my story.
You know what? This world is festering.
Foolish and outdated, they are unable to embrace true art. I always look upon them with pity.
Just like machines. Humans, day after day, obsessed with futile and pointless tasks. How pitiful.

I am an artist. I found salvation in my life through art.
I live my life hoping that one day I will reveal my desires to the world and everyone will look up to me.
Aren't you afraid that it won't come true? Me?
I told you before. This world is festering. In this bleak and stagnant world, my art will be a ray of hope.
I will therefore become their glory, and art, my love, my salvation and hope, the reason for my existence, will become my glory and be with me forever.

If life were a play, this story would be told only to you. We met for this fleeting moment and had to be apart for a long, tedious time, but even so, I have no regrets.
Those around me may not hear this story, but for you, it will be remembered forever, and when you hold a handful of these memories in your hands someday, it will become an unshakable light.

No one can disparage my art, and no one can fully understand me and share my perspective. If I were a helpless pilgrim on this life, where would I be on this path?
Then I'll be writing again. Walking along the road, cutting through the clouds, cutting through the sea. My writing will touch everyone like that.

That's how I'll live my whole life. As an artist, as a bluebird that never comes down to earth. So everyone admires me. Follow my writing and look up to my art.

Yes, this story is just a rumor. A sound that echoes and resonates only within me. Like a cry in the middle of the Tower of Babel where words cannot be understood, like a bluebird crying out in a cage, a sound that wanders through the air and then disappears.

They don't understand me. My love, my desires, my passion.
I love that bird, my muse. When its blue feathers sparkle in the sunlight, its aquamarine eyes, and its tiny beak shine, then I finally face my ideal. Now. After enduring a long journey and hardship. Now.

The people next to me are fiercely pursuing their own goals, living their lives in this harsh reality. They whisper negative things about me, without a word or outward expression. Yes, I, judged solely through their eyes, may differ from the rules and ideals of this world. That's why they don't understand or accept my story. But I always feel sorry for them.

People who strive to find true happiness, but don't know how. Will they be happy when they finally reach their desired destination? Will their existence be memorable? As they delve deeper into the endless maze, will the middle of the maze they finally reach be a glorious ending? Some say the world is changing, and so they tell us to move with it.
People who walk on the ever-turning cogs of the wheel. Ultimately, this is a world without an end or a permanent period.

So, survival is simply flapping your wings to escape this molded world. Anything else is just a meaningless struggle. And I, who realized this a little earlier than others, watch their struggles from above. The greatness of art will not disappear even when the era of the scribes is scattered.

So, what is this art that I so long for?

A work of art that never fades with time. A myth-like story that never fades, never fades, and remains forever in the human mind, passed down from generation to generation. We still revere and admire ancient philosophers like Socrates and Aristotle. Even they likely couldn't understand the world when they lived. And the fragments of philosophy they wrote and uttered continue to resonate to this day.

And the present we live in. Yes. We must look to the future, not the present. Our present too will one day become ancient, forgotten as mere records. Even if the Earth perishes and regenerates, the seas dry up and rise again, and this world becomes a ruin, this is a work of art that humanity will one day admire. And my ideal. My complete self. My bluebird.

They will remember me then. They will recall my name alongside the names of the ancient sages, and they will reminisce about my writings, finding glory and peace there. What a beautiful and sparkling life that will be. Then, even after death, I will not die, and thus live forever. This is the art I seek, the goal of my life. So, the hidden gem, the true happiness, that their eyes are closed, cannot understand. My love.

So, everyone, please understand me. Make eye contact with me. All of you who are pitiful, look at the fluttering wings of that bird. I tried to persuade them, hoping they too would achieve the same glory as I did, but no one understood. You who are listening to me, you too must have dreams you want to achieve. Wait, why do you look at me like that? Haven't you ever had such a desire? Do you see me as some outrageous idealist, too? I told you the people of this world are foolish? Why aren't you answering? Why?

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_" Mr. Seonwoo "

_" ...Seonwoo!"

_" ..Ha, are you having some weird delusions during work hours again? "

_" How many times is this happening now? There are limits to attendance."

_"If you get caught one more time, you're fired. Understood?? "

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_" ...yes "

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So guys, do you get what I'm saying?