Hyeji Nam — "The sun flower lover", 2020

Having the sun on his shoulders, he was walking back home to give it to his child.
Every five steps he took he had to stop and put it down, look at it, shining on the rough road.
Hmm, funny to see this sun finally on the ground he would think.

The world was circling around him, every time he picks up the sun the world stopped, waiting silently,
breathing in and out the air around his feet, not saying a word, respecting every single sound that is being
created by his journey.

His child once asked, if there is also a story about a sun flower.

Hyeji Nam — "The church", 2020

The head of the nun was as big as the room, it was filling up the whole cathedral. Her face was blue, somehow this light blue you would see from the Maria Statues. You were sitting somewhere on the left, and her head would enter slowly and gracefully as if the bride was entering for her wedding. Maybe it was the ghost but only the head. Who cares about her body - no one cares how her breasts are, how her belly is curved, how her, how her, how her...

You look at the front. See the people singing. And as the voice gets higher and higher, their note turns into a flame. The flame starts eating their heads slowly, like those candles lighting up the whole church in the night.
Everything now is becoming bigger and bigger, the sounds; your breath, the flame, the notes, the singing.
And then you realise that the flame is taking up the whole scenery of your eyes, your body, your world, your senses.

Everything is empty, there is only white light, just pure white like those walls in the hospital, but it is not cold, it is just very white.
There is no gravity, you do not feel your body. Then you feel the... There are something floating behind you.
You look behind.
On the place where the choir was. You look carefully, you just zoom in.
There you find several tongues, flying. They are just floating, peacefully.
Ah, I should not have looked. As soon as you realise that you had this thought in your head,
they drop down dead to the ground. On the stone floor of the church.

You walk closer to it, move closer to it and look at them on the ground.
They are moving, helplessly like those fishes on the boat.

Hyeji Nam — "The grey sky", 2020

She dreamt of an eagle flying up towards the sky.
She dreamt of breathing in the cold air.
The sky, for her it is not something that moves your head upwards.
Since we as humans only know sky as something above our heads,
for her it is always parallel, it is just what she sees the whole time.

It is grey, freshly wet.
All the heavy noises are just noises under all these trees running around like rats.
She enjoys the grey sky.

Hyeji Nam — "The funeral", 2020

At the end what is left is one scoop of your bone.
The bone you share and eat.
At the end what is left is just you.
And the child I had with you that has no memory.
Looking at her grave, I have thought. ‘But you too have lived long enough’
Felt tired about having to be sad about the things that were not sad.
The only impulse I had was to go home and check. Play the game she has created.
The thing that she has created.

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