To the body that was left behind in various places in life
To me, who just endured it with my body there
The story of recovery that is finally being told

“This article started from something that came to me out of nowhere.
It's the back of the joke, and a personal experience.
It is a hardened stone inside.
It is also a belated realization that I am only now realizing something that I should have felt but left behind.” - Page 9

The second collection of essays by author Jeon Seong-jin, who displayed his unique charm with “There’s No Yukgaejang in Berlin,” “I Think I Left My Body Behind,” has been published by Anon Books.
In “There’s No Yukgaejang in Berlin,” the author continues to coexist with strangers in a distant foreign country with a healthy “spirit.”
It seemed that a clear mind and persistent focus would make anything in the world possible.
Then one day, the writer suffers an unexpected accident.
The 'body' that was left here and there, relying on only one spirit, suddenly broke down.
The writer finally speaks to a body with a torn ligament in its arm and a broken bone in its ankle.
As I look back on the past experiences of astral projection without realizing it, I realize my own body.
The author finally realized that this process, which could be a lifelong rehabilitation, was the only prescription for recovery and complete cure.
To all those who have been hurt, whether physically or mentally, "I Think I Left My Body Behind" will convey the courage of true recovery, mixed with laughter and tears.

When you fall, time stretches like a rubber band.
In the gap in time, I somehow remembered the old saying that even in a tiger's den, you just have to keep your wits about you.
Just as I was thinking about bending my back and falling to avoid hitting my head, I heard a popping sound from my left elbow.
There was a tearing sound along with a feeling of breaking in my left foot.
A pain I had never felt before choked my breathing.

--- p.23

The regret, shame, and guilt I had put off came rushing back to me in a harsh voice.
He used it this way and that as he pleased, and in the end, half of his body was destroyed.
I can't even be grateful, but I have no shame.
Are you satisfied now? I made your body into something that can never go back to how it was before the accident.
It's a shame.
There is no one to blame and no one to hide.
There's no use racking your brain now.

--- p.41

Now that I've decided to face you, I'll practice not leaving you behind anymore.
Even if it's painful, I'll try to make you feel it too.
Let's immerse ourselves in the moment and feel it together.
I won't throw pain at you and run away just because it's hard.
I will be on your side more than anyone else.
Were you lonely? Sorry I'm late.

--- p.63

The only time I ever really noticed my elbows was when I was in middle and high school, when I would rub my darkened elbows with a towel.
This was the first time in my life that I had looked into something so closely.
Even though I moved my elbows all day and increased the angle of extension by about 5 degrees, they would stiffen again while I was sleeping and by the morning they had decreased by 7 degrees.
Going to the sauna or taking a hot shower will relax your ligaments and make them much more stretched out than before you showered.
Instead, if it's cold, it hardens.
There really was a ligament inside the elbow.

--- p.157

The process of becoming accustomed to the aftereffects is similar to the way we come to terms with the past.
It was a journey of accepting the irreversibility, no longer clinging, accepting the present without regret, and focusing on what is to come, ultimately becoming free.
Strange sensations and memories of violence are ultimately traces left behind in the place where they passed.
I don't want to be pushed around by the inertia of problems I've already digested that no longer affect me.
I would gladly save the strength I would use for inertia for the countless sufferings to come.
This is a grand declaration to live the rest of your life incredibly well.

--- pp.195-196

As I write, I'm lying in a bouldering studio with someone screaming next to me.
He stroked my head as I lay on the operating table, trembling and afraid.
He picked me up as I fell on the tram floor and struggled.
He comforted me, who was trembling with anxiety, by biting my numb little finger.
Sometimes, I would inadvertently go back to my childhood and meet a side of myself I had forgotten.
It was to bring me back, whom I had left behind.

--- p.203