I like stars, stars
are part of our life silvery moonlight, immense night sky swanky stars, milky
way bridge there would be romance, legend of stars, even if I become aware of
scientific knowledge of stars but in my mind and my eyes always stars from story
telling. So many stories, start with lullabies, story books and cartoons… they
are stories of milkway, kind of my toys that is, wake up middle of night and
looking up the sky there is lovers cross
to milk way bridge to see each other… how I grow
up with them as long as I remember, wondrous of the sky, tales of our final
place, we all go there someday… our grandmamma always celebrated a big dipper
ritual every year, a nice but bit of mystery eerier, think of all the ritual
involved in…, our human life from the beginning
all but ritual everything ritual one or another way, we human are ritual animal,
something is not quite sure, a great precision
… always smell of pungency, clean sky full of flowery garden, airy pluck evening
petals away, so much nice things happens
that happy a huge squawky old dwelling but then I can not cook that way…
wonder ever I can taste that kind of authentic Korean food… bit sad I think that is all...별빛, 꽃잎, hoping Syrian children
all soon going to their school, they are most courageous but childhood just
once it never comeback their childhood are deprived by the criminal…
