Even if I am reborn, I will be your 0,
01
Who decides the beginning of life, and who decides the end of life?
A life born without my will and ending for different reasons.
The beginning was at the top, but the end was at the bottom.
When I rub my eyes and wake up, the musty smell that inevitably hits my nose,
The sound of a couple fighting can be heard from next door because of the poor soundproofing.
Mold growing in every corner of the yellow ceiling wallpaper,
Squeaky windows and doors.
I've been so used to it since birth.
The driving force that allows me to survive in this environment that I have settled into without even knowing it is an old lady knitting next to me.
My grandmother.
The soft hands that stroked my hair as if combing it out,
The hoarse voice asking after my well-being was the reason and purpose of my life.
I have never heard anything from my parents.
No, maybe I didn't want to hear it.
What's so great about the people who abandoned me?
There was a time when I resented them for not being of any benefit to me.
Now, the feeling of resentment has passed, and only the emptiness that has arisen remains.
할머니
“Lady, can you live well without this old woman?”
Other people might find this strange, but I'm used to it now.
It doesn't have much meaning and can be said to be the ruminations of a grandmother who might leave at any time.
As I opened the old door and went out, there were houses and abandoned buildings scattered around, almost all of them in ruins.
It was filled with environments that were difficult for others to live in, but it was too late to complain.
The red fallen leaves on the roof were an odd sight, but it was still pretty good.
Because he was wearing thin clothes, he blew on his red hands and white breath floated in the air.
진여주
“… What about Seoul? It’s probably different from a rural village.”
Even though I was familiar with this village, I still had some curiosity about Seoul.
Every day was filled with the desire to go to Seoul.
Seoul_6:30 PM
On the way home from work, cars filled the dark road.
India was so crowded that you could almost say there was no space left.
The high-rise buildings were so tall that they seemed as if they would soon reach the sky.
There was someone looking down from the highest floor of what seemed to be the tallest building among those many buildings.
민윤기
“…”
In a room so large and empty that it could be called lonely, there was a man.
And at that moment, a knock rang out in the room.
직원
“Sir, I will give you the documents you mentioned.”
민윤기
“Put it down and go straight home.”
직원
“Goodbye.”
There was no longer any light in the high-rise buildings.
Very small, like the light of a firefly,
A minor complaint remains.
Maybe the fire wasn't very bright either.
민윤기
“… Maybe the countryside is better than this damn ant hell.”
Humans have endless greed.
To this kind of ‘human’, money, power, and position were less important than a piece of paper.
And those humans have a lot of things,
Whether you own little or nothing,
Perhaps even though he possessed nothing, his greed was endless.
The wine glass the man was holding shattered into pieces and scattered across the floor.
Life, once let go, will eventually fall apart into pieces.
Whatever the object is.