“A space for writers, a writing room.
“The individual inner thoughts of those who have visited this place”

If you pour out your unspeakable stories on paper,
Some sadness fades away in an instant
Some joys remain vivid for a long time.

“When the noise of the world shakes your heart,
Stop for a moment and sit down in front of a piece of paper.
And start writing the story that only you can write.”

‘Lighting Room’ located on one side of the alley of Euljiro Printing Office.
This is a space where we believe we can bring back the 'landscape of writing' and the 'romance of slow recording' in a world dominated by digital technology.
Here, you have to put your smartphone in a drawer and spend time only with paper and pen.
People sit awkwardly apart, lost in thought for a moment, and then pick up their pens.
Then he writes something for a long time.
I pour out on paper the stories I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone.
After quietly crying and laughing without anyone knowing, with a slightly better heart, I go out into the world again and live the day that continues.


This book contains records of the many people who have visited the lighting room.
You can see the inner thoughts of people who hate themselves, people who cherish small happiness, people who are lonely, people in love, people who are hurting from breakups, people who have given up on their dreams, and people who are holding on to life.
When I encounter the traces of other people living in the same time, I gain the courage to share even a piece of the story I've been keeping inside.
Just once, let's fill this blank piece of paper with a story that only I can write.

It is a society that makes us feel endlessly inadequate by comparing ourselves to others.
It makes me feel like what I have is worthless.
As the noise of this world grows louder,
It's time to go inside me and love my own story.
I believe we all need it.
---From "The person who wrote alone for a long time"

I always end up buying two of my favorite things.
Eat the beans first and save the delicious side dishes for last.
To capture this moment, I took 30 pictures of the same scene.
I clearly intended to keep only 3 out of 30, but I barely managed to erase 3.
I don't like the corners of the book getting damaged, so I put a cover on it.
I need a bag to put that cover in,
I guess you're someone who has a hard time breaking up.
Still, there are some things that cannot be held onto.
Some breakups are bound to come.
In the face of parting with the one and only thing in the world, of which you cannot buy two
I want to become a person who can become strong.
---From "My Appearance Reflected on Paper"

Something that only I have and that others don't have.
Knowing how to shed tears.
Knowing how to cry with a sad life.

I have a little more 'crying heart' than other people.
---From "My Appearance Reflected on Paper"

[What is love?]
My grandmother's dawn prayers, my father's clumsy kimchi stew, my mother's picnic-day kimbap with two strips of ham—isn't that it? At least, that's what I think love is like.
I believe it's the feeling of taking a beat and matching your steps, or not having to worry about running away without making a fuss about it to the world.
I always thought that love was something you could learn and discover on your own, but I've already received too much love.
---From "The Stories We Shared Together"

When you don't have a steady job,
Especially, I feel like a small speck of dust in the universe.
I thought it was like a small sailboat floating on the vast ocean.
---From "Each City Life"

I write letters when I want to express my heart.
Calm down and calm down
I quietly picture the state of my heart toward the other person.
Find a word that matches the color of your heart
I'm afraid I might miss something because I'm impatient
I write more slowly than usual.
Writing a letter is a way to show someone my most transparent heart.
Pretend not to feel embarrassed
I want to see you drawing your heart on paper.
---From "A letter is a drawing of the heart on paper"

[Loveless Romance]
To those who are not curious about my world
I wonder, wonder, wonder, what is your world?
In front of the wall of your heart, as strong as armor
I am becoming more and more colorless,
My love for you is becoming clearer.
If you can match the concentration of emotions
I want to dissolve all the paint of love.
In your world.
Look at me.
I'm lonely.
Love me a little.
I'm always curious about you.
What did you eat, are you sick, what are you thinking, what kind of future are you dreaming of?
_2024.04.20 Saturday 15:59 Waiting for a reply that never comes.
---From "The Season of Love"

When anxiety tries to eat me up,
When it seems like things won't get better no matter how much you think about it
I bury my head in the paper.
And I draw the shape of formless anxiety with my hands.
When you want to escape from the present,
When you start to hate yourself so much,
There are people who endure on paper.

If you're just waiting for the suffering to end
Just quietly take out a blank piece of paper.
I'm relieved that no one will read it.
Let's gently unravel it on paper.
My difficulties in flowing ink
Let's let it flow out, one letter at a time.
---From "Things that only flow when written"

[My favorite day]
Lying still in bed and watching a movie you want to watch.
To be lost in thought.
No worries even if you do nothing.
Listening to your favorite music and watching movies,
Taking a shower and falling asleep in bed with the dog.

Being able to embrace and love my flaws and even the things I consider trivial and useless.
Being moderately content and not causing excessive harm to others.
+ A glass of cold water.
I love a day that has all of these things.
---From "Living at Our Own Pace"

1.
I have trouble concentrating.
I hope this is a time to focus on myself.
2. I can't say NO.
Let me be a little more honest with you.
3.
I visited the lighting room because I was sad.
I will also try to keep the sadness in check.
4.
Entered a technical college at the age of 27.
I'm anxious.
5.
It's hard to build relationships.
I want to understand others at my own pace.
6.
I'm not good at speaking.
I'll organize my thoughts in writing.
---From "Living at Our Own Pace"

[A Day to Reset Your Mind]
There are days when I feel like writing anything.
Especially the 1st and last days of every month.
The ever-flowing time is cut into twelve months, 365 days,
Sometimes I find it funny that I hope next month will be different.
The number 1 that comes back when life gets boring
Use the reset button to refresh your mind.
I think you're allowed to change your mind about twelve times a year.
Be a little more lenient with yourself.
In a few days, the number 1 will appear again
I'll turn 30 days full of doodles into blank pages.
Even if it's sloppy, even if it's short, relying on time
I hope you can enjoy writing it.

---From "Recording Against Time"