"Remembering a garden I visited sometime ago.
In November, a particularly warm and painful echo kept postponing the end of the season.
I think I'm starting to understand that the things I say I'm going to leave every day are the ones that actually stay the longest.
“And yet, in the end, we will live under the same night, the rawness of youth.”

A record of the self being reborn from the wreckage of love.
"Black Wings and Blue Fragments" is a collection of poems that delicately deconstructs the emotions that only come after a relationship ends, especially the boundaries between love and self.
The slightly averted gaze and the eyes of an observer who does not linger captured contradictory emotions.

Author Seo Ji-an records the process of a human being regenerating himself, moving through the cracks of relationships, the cruelty and salvation of love, disgust and love and forgiveness.
Language that is not afraid of imperfection, sentences that never lose the subtle warmth of emotion even amidst inevitable cynicism.
These slightly distorted records, which seem to be directed at someone but ultimately return to oneself, create a strange sense of relief.

Her first work for those who dwell between darkness and light.
Those who have passed that path first exchange words in passing.

“The color of melancholy that youth can experience is closer to a clear blue.” (Shin Ha-young, recommendation)
“My beloved hells, where I can escape at any time, but want to stay forever.” (Oh Hui-myeong, recommendation)

The saying that youth doesn't stop at one page
I never thought I'd become this resentful
You've already torn that chapter apart
Divide it into one piece, two pieces, and half of half
Handing it over to someone unknown
They say youth is fleeting,
It's longer and thinner than I thought, stretches well, and holds up well.
To create another piece
The minds that are created are like movie films
When it overflows to the max, it ends up being mass-produced.

When you miss the beginning, think of us
Even a kid like you will get married
It remains as a vine-like word
It felt like I was finishing reading an open Bible that someone had left behind.
I can never get over it again
In front of the wall of my childhood
It's ringing in my head

Paper is being cut.


I'll come again,
--- From "The Lark"

Things you praise
To accept it straight away
Your distortion is considerable now
My heart is a flower garden tended by a crazy old man
Thank you thank you thank you
If I say it three times
Is this an emphasized expression or a diluted feeling?
I'm embarrassed and don't know
I can easily picture you waving your hand
Some people say it's a matter of attitude.
I was just tired

What comes to mind when you say you have really good taste?
A dusty figure you probably have at least one of.
What kind of trash are we becoming to each other?
You're upset that I'm a consequentialist.
That saying is so familiar that it makes me feel a bit upset.
I am the one who can help you
It's not like it's something that can be destroyed
Standing alone, spitting out my own distant conclusion

I mean, it's very baseless.
I like to introduce myself
Those who left with the grand name of disappointment
The road is supposed to welcome me back in a few days.

Once upon a time
The saying that we cannot control other people's minds as humans
I thought something was a little false
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I don't think I can say this more than three times without feeling it's not enough.
It's a heart that I used to deal with cheaply
The best I could do for you back then
What on earth could it have been?
I still don't know
--- From "The Gardener"

I squat down in a relatively spacious studio apartment.
I envy those who have already gotten their hands on something.
They say the world has a lot of conglomerates.
Are gratitude and contentment related?
How far should you bow when greeting someone?
I still don't know
There is no tragedy that stands out in the story I have.
The unique concentration is diluted
People become more harmful as they get older.
I feel so fortunate
I don't have to listen to my sister's threats anymore.
I wish only those who understand language could read it.
The fence I put up is easily loosened.
A flock of sheep, cowardly and roughly confined, runs away.
The meaning creeps up slowly
If you too have walked down an empty alley with empty eyes
Right in the middle of the street
He must have caught a glimpse of me standing there.
the other side
The act of wandering around at dawn itself
Some people rarely do it
I hope I never set foot in this area again.

Sometimes I wonder
Because I don't remember my nineteen-year-old self very well
Crossing a road with more than six lanes without permission
Where did that impulse come from?
Can you answer now?
No one did anything wrong
Do you know that's what bothers me the most?

Among the past history I looked back on
It was a time when I was the richest and received a lot.
He was shameless and self-centered
But suffering is just suffering
There was no ability to elevate it beyond that.
So I vent my anger
I'm still the center of the world
I guess my field of vision is narrow because I'm human.

I want to live like a lizard
Agile, quiet, sharp
You can see both the right and left at the same time

--- From "The Lizard's Eyes"