Mr. Lazy

Originally, I am a person who is handling chordophones, but today, I would like to conduct and sing specially for the Rashomon. I am planning to play a solo, but I am not sure this playing would be heard as chorus, full orchestra, or silence for you. When myself of today become myself of yesterday, and drift beneath the sandglass, myself of tomorrow who became my...self of today would keep singi..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:20

We are doing a long hide-and-seek. This is a play which has something to find, but doesn’t have a thing to seek. The tagger was confused, and was making doughnut-shape smoke from his cigarette in mouth. One day was passed, two days were passed.. many days which has no meaning to figure were passed, but still the thing to seek was absent, and the tagger was confused. The ta...gger wears a tie of ..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:19

Man in hat: I am staring at someone who resembles me through the telescope. Man in hat: I am staring at someone who resembles me through the telescope, but feels like someone or other is also staring at me. Man in hat: I am staring at someone who resembles me through the telescope. and someone or other who is stared at by someone or other is staring at me. I think this is a circulation. Man in h..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:17

Here is the city where I met in dream of tomorrow. The space was twisted more than my head which is inclined around 15 degrees, and even time was flowing with distortion. I could identify the space even I could not find the origin of light, and here was like interior space inside of the interior space or exterior space outside of the exterior space. (Actually, I do not know what it is.) People w..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:15

‘Consciousness was born from the pipe. No one can sure whether that tiny pipe can change the world or not. Every year is passing like running train, but pipe never changed. Just there was no smoke, but agony was glowing from the pipe, and this fact held me in confusion whether to call It as a pipe or something else. (Just I will call it as a pipe.) I am like a pipe. And I keep on my studying abo..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:14

I was a prisoner from the prison of language. I am a clown who is laughing at language’s agony, and villain who is giving ridiculing to its comprehension. The melancholic beauty of crescent moon which I saw from the moment when I climbed up the ladder from prison was something unexplainable. If I have to explain, it was something close to the emptiness. Just I mind that it was also a prisoner fr..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 17:12

I could not sleep. Just I was staring at the blue moon. I smelt the lavender which smells more than lavender. Time was sometimes flowing fast, or sometimes flowing slow. The sky was recited a poem of silence, and buildings whispered roar to my ears. I arrived here, but here was not there. The wind which penetrated through the window was full of violence. Maybe it was something more violence than..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 16:54

‘After all, as you are also an object which is drifted apart from the essence, you need to cast shadow through me.’ It was like a whisper of threat about present condition from the moon rather than its command. Can we say my mind and five senses at the moment while listing words resembles an art work from the day when the mind and five senses were corresponded? The crescent moon and me, both who..

Visual/Distorted Cane 2020. 5. 7. 16:52