The Coloured Universe

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Writing that springs from the surface of existence--when there is no other way and the deeper wells have dried up--is nothing, and collapses the moment a truer emotion makes that surface shake. That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough.

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진실로 night is not night enough,

light pollution에 둔감해지지 않는 불편함,

왜 저리 불을 밝혀두는 것인지,

왜,

나도 이제 그만 스위치를 내리지 못하는 것인지,