I think that we all hate reality; those of us who can deal with reality may hate it a little less – and maybe not all that much less, after all. We’ve known people who throw scornful glances at their peers, people who are shocked when the world doesn’t move to their pace, people who...

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Our connection with technology grows as we assimilate to it. Originally we had large steel cabinets consuming rooms to spit out a series of digits. The interactions with these machines felt distinctly non-human. We would punch holes into long stipes of dense paper and watch as it rolled into the computer importing our information as...

Hey all. Yin here. Last night I couldn’t sleep again (8 AM class the next morning too!! Screw you brain.), so I had to write my thoughts down. This morning I thought long and hard about whether to make my writing readable and share it with the world. Since you’re reading this now, I guess...

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains some graphic material. Last night I couldn’t sleep for the longest time. Nothing health related or anything, my mind was just occupied by a lot of things. Anyway, at around 5 AM I started thinking about my childhood, and how strange some of those memories were. Given that these events happened about...

Competition: a contest between rivals. It indicates a sense of equality; That you stand shoulder to shoulder to the opponent you face. But when that opponent is society, is it truly a competition anymore? Education in Korea is no mere competition. To say that it is would be disingenuous, no downright disrespectful to the blood,...

I’m not a rich girl.
I’ve got two jobs
With two hard bosses
Who don’t care about my time
Or my sleep
Or my smile.

The mindHammers hitAs contradictoryAs violentYour existential dreadExacerbatedBy the blinding painOf the hammersIn your headRelentlesslyPhysically assaultingPainHitsLike the hammersProverbially smashingThrough all the boundariesYou haveBetweenTearsAnd angerYou cry outThe pain closing inEverythingNervesAll on fireAs the hammers keep smashingYou curseTo the gods and devils alikeFor the violent painFor the endless hammersThe relentless painConstantly houndingAttackingWhen everything around you lightsAs if on...

The man, silver haired, aged whiskers on his skin. His name forgotten, skipped in the prelude, runs, it’s all he’s done. Time and time again, for years and years. He jumps over spikes and valleys, the sharp pin pricks of pain from his ancient legs, the thorns from bushes and brambles cut and tear at...

The sharp pain The cutting weapon Jagged It doesn’t have to be A knife to hurt Everything Can cause pain Words Can cut and tear Sticks and stones May break my bones But words Will scar and bleed Will cut and tear Jagged Weapons If you let it Jagged The words try To find their...

To be or not to be That is the question Bullshit Maybe Shakespeare Or Hamlet, for that matter Should remember That existence Is not A matter Of question But it is Not to be Or not to not be What the hell did I just say? It doesn’t matter Disregard Because existence Is not a...