Life, Once Again!

My mom was late again today, but in the fall, she opened the refrigerator door and took out the salad she had prepared in the morning.

Nowadays, my mom has more time outside than at home. On the weekends, she spent a lot of time thinking about TV, cleaning, laundry, and the novel work she really had to do, and she went out to meet someone quickly, telling them that she was asking for a house on the weekends. I thought it might be a man, but it wasn't. No, he was a man, but I met him for work. Looking forward to it, she wore shoes on the porch with an unexpected smile. What should I expect?

I put one of the blunt apples on Mayonnaise and ketchup in my mouth. He chews his way into the room. I powered on the computer and turned on the messenger. I said hello to my friends and posted an internet page.

“Are you running for office here? ”

A "2005 Seoul Youth Film Festival" ad appeared on the central banner of the search site. When I clicked through, I was welcomed by the official blue page. The mouse cursor was moved to the entry lumen.

“Student status is everything. Uh, you don't have to be a student to learn. ”

It was divided into sectors, with competitions created by youth and adults participating in youth and family topics. Autumn looked at the youth competition bulletin board, but there was no post. Entries will be screened after the deadline of May 23 and will be registered on this bulletin board. There will also be a movie filmed with the floor.

You said you only need to take the second half, and Fall pushed the walnuts mixed with the salad to the edge of the bowl with a fork. I think walnuts are a really bad combination in Cajonnez, but my mom puts walnuts in them every time.

I put my fork down and put my hands on the keyboard. Enter your blog ID and password and press Enter. Since I don't have the talent to decorate it, the main page of the blog that only uses the basic skin will appear on the screen as if it's asking me to come. In the fall, I pressed 'greet’ on the menu bar I had organized on the left. This is where people who come to blogs can leave posts.

- I'm going to college this time. I've had a hard time making it to Daegu once.If I go this time, I'll come to see the play until I'm sick of it. We'll be able to meet Blackswan.

- You're not very good at blogging these days. You must be very busy. I enjoyed reading the plays you posted. I'm sorry. Please post again when you come back. Oh, and our school has a theater department. Now I can play with the kids.

- Mr. Blackswan, I went to the university I told you about, and it was really nice. Please recommend again later.

In autumn, he read each article and wrote an answer. I couldn't do it until I took a sitcom, but once every two days I came to the blog and managed it, and after everything that happened, I couldn't connect to the blog for a while.

I deleted all the advertisement comments and posted a new one. In the fall, the anonymity of the blogra has only proven itself to be a struggle. When I passed the sitcom audition, I was happy to post it on my blog, but after a while I thought about it and wrote enough to say that something good happened. I felt the need to be careful as it was related to the broadcast.

“Hello, it's been a long time. ”

I pressed the keyboard one by one and read out. Reading out loud the obstinate vulture technique and the writing is now irreparable. I wrote down the last time I saw a play with Eugene and took a period. I wrote a short article and it was quite difficult.

Last confirmed post and uploaded. These few silent blogs are coming, but I'm still nervous after posting. I bent my chin and looked at the past articles for a long time. There was a lot of evidence on the blog that has been well established since high school first grade. When I saw the joy and sadness of the first performance, and the subsequent angles and achievements, I saw a smile. You've worked hard, I want to praise you for your past self. I'm here now because I didn't give up when I was tired and didn't get frustrated when I was tired.

I was glad to hear your name. It was written by the username 'Maru’ two years ago. I'm happy to find a theatrical blog. In the absence of a one-way meal, we were already greeting each other on the blog.

- We decided to go to the Winter Theatre. Maybe I'll meet you there. if you go through the qualifications. Work hard, Mr. Blackswan.

It was written on the floor during the Winter Theatre Festival. It's fun to think now. What a coincidence.

“No, you've met. ”

Autumn smiled slightly, reminding me of going to college with the kids from the first grade play department. At that time, there was a boy who was staring at him on the street. Now that I think about it, he was on the floor. On second thought, there is no mysterious relationship like this. At first, I didn't like the look of quirkiness, but at some point I realized there was a completely different look inside, and by the time I realized it, I had already liked it.

Autumn I went to the blog on the floor. The blog gate, once again in life, remained. But the article has not been published since last year. Few people visit it

Since I was busy on the floor, I smiled and wrote in a greeting.

- Mr. Maru, do you know what Black Swan means? What was deemed impossible actually happens. What was thought to never exist was reversed. I hope everything works like a miracle.

Later, the floor that found this made me proud just to imagine what it would look like to read, and autumn. Life support is no big deal. cold water to drink when it's hot, beautiful flowers to discover when it's long, and an inscription like this. When the floor came to the blog, I closed the internet window hoping that I could smile once.

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I knew right away it was a dream.

Painted crosswalks, flashing traffic lights, students walking away from ice cream, a driver holding the handle with a free face, a woman soothing a whimpering child and a man who is dazed with tired face. Even the smell of the ground being cooled by the rain, the moderately hot weather, and the rumbling engine sounds of a ton of trucks that need checking. Even though everything was a daily landscape and there was nothing strange about it, the moment I saw it, I knew it was a dream.

The floor turns slowly. The view of the road in front of the house is still open. Everyday afternoons are common in the town. The floor moved according to the signal turning green. I couldn't think of where to go or what to do, but I hesitated to go forward as if I knew where I was going.

I imagined flying in the sky, but the two legs on the ground were firmly following the law of gravity. You momentarily forget the movements of your legs as if you were being controlled by someone else and look around. Why am I dreaming about this? Was the admiration for mediocrity reflected in the dream?

“Take a hike. You're late, aren't you? ”

There was a child who was passing by. It was a great name.

“Uh, we should go. ”

A horse popped out of my mouth. Smile on my face. The pace is lighter and the wind is refreshing. I was on my way to school. I can see the school from a distance, walking out of the alley and into a shop.

“Let's go, Sunbae. ”

“We're going to be late.”

“Huddle up! ”

Behind the scenes are the successors. The floor nods and joins their formation. Yesterday, he ate pork belly, but even though he heard that the movie was fun, he crossed paths to have a conversation without having to stop listening to it. At some point, the floor melted into the conversation. I had a hard time leveling up the game, I ate an item and it was good, I saw football at dawn and it was good. Every time I took out the horse, the children around me laughed joyfully.

I had never been on such an exciting back road. I decided not to think about dreams or anything else. I had so much fun chatting with these kids that I couldn't think of anything else.

“So what came out of it... …. ”

I was going to tell you about what happened yesterday. I notice a man standing looking over here from afar. I knew a man in a shabby suit. Kim Seok-jun, whom he led onstage in a street theater. I am now a renowned skillful actor starring in a drama.

The man changed his clothes when he thought about it. The dress changed into a suit like magic, but it wasn't weird knowing it was a dream. Seok-jun's clothes kept changing. His face changed slightly. From the face of hardship to the face of old age.

Surprisingly, it was that Seok-jun's appearance that he should never have seen was so familiar. It was time to stand still and watch Seok-jun. Someone grabs your arm and grabs it. I turned my head and there were the kids and friends of the theater and the people I met on the set. I wonder how they got together.

“Let's go, let's go. We're going in.”

“We have to go this way. ”

“I have to go to school. I'm a student.”

The floor nods slowly. I have to go to school, because I'm a student. I filled my head with the idea of going to school with those smiling brightly, but I didn't strangely step down. The floor turns back. I grew up next to Seok-jun. Like Seok-jun, my clothes kept changing. Among them was the vest he wore when he was a bus driver. A strange woman appeared next to him. It also changes into various forms. Next to him, and next to him, people who had never seen him.

Strangers. But I feel familiar. It was a strange sensation that was inexplicable. I haven't seen it, but I think I have.

“Let's go for a ride. ”

“Sunbae, we have to go to school. ”

Capturing power has become stronger. When I look at the school gate, I forget everything and just want to laugh with my friends. I also feel like it's a shortcut to happiness.

But I can't take my eyes off the people standing across the street. More and more people. Where did you see it? What is this strangeness?

It was then.

“…… a rabbit? ”

A road car disappears and a rabbit stands on top of it. In one hand, the rabbit holding the pocket watch was wearing a gray halibut. On the other hand, he was holding a baby wand, which was black. The end of the staff was looking like a bird, but it looked like a cute swan. No, it's black, so I should call it black.

The rabbit snores and walks toward the place where people, including Seok-jun, are gathering across the street. The floor unknowingly walks towards the center of the road. I heard the children calling from behind, but somehow I couldn't stop.

The control of the body returns from the center of the four-lane road. On the left is a line of people who change from time to time, and on the right is a gate and friends waiting in front of it.

“Take a ride, take a ride! What are you doing!”

“Hey, it's dangerous there! ”

“Come on! What are you doing? ”

Sounds wet.

The floor was alternating between the sides as it felt the time slowing down. What is this dream? The rabbit with the clock dug into the alley past Seok-jun. The floor felt its breath tightening. I felt a headache and the sky and earth flipped over.

At that moment, a bus appeared on the road with nothing. There's steel in the front window. And the steel was pierced through the driver's seat. I slowly watched the bus approaching quietly. As the bus approached, the floor was sitting in the driver's seat and desperately saw itself bending the steering wheel.

By the time it hit the bus, it was scattered like water vapor. The floor instinctively lowers its arm. What is it? What is it?

It was when the confusion overlapped. You hear a sound from behind you.

I see a man lying on a desk full of paperwork. The man falls dead with a nosebleed. The floor approaches, swallowing the drought. The spilled man looks familiar. The floor reaches out and grabs the mosque of the man waving to the left and to the right. I flipped the badge with a trembling hand.

‘Steel Logistics Team 1 Chief. ’

The badge in my hand disappeared like a mirage. The man who had fallen is also gone. The floor shifts.

“Who?”

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It's raining!

Yoo-hoo!

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If you say, "I'm a bit of a commenter," you keep laughing. What a compliment... Heheh.

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Sleep listening to the rain!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I'm writing well.

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