Life, Once Again!

Faced with a silent opponent, it is more lonely than looking at the wall alone. At least the walls reflect your voice. I can confirm with my own voice that I have spoken. Talking to a tight-knit person was worse than a wall in that way. Human soft skin absorbs all sound. It would be better if you rolled your back and forth, but the target you're dealing with has no eyes. No nose, no mouth. No limbs, no torso. There's only one. It's just a feeling of being there.

The floor leans against the wall. I closed my eyes, breathing calmly. A man who doesn't have a cell phone these days, I'd like to leave a message with the latest type. Answer the phone when the bell rings. The man inside had no answer like a hibernating bear. I don't even rub my nose now that I want to come out and have a relaxing conversation without calling when I'm acting.

Before this week, someone went crazy enough to report it to 119. I shouted so hard that I could wake him up with no answer, and I stuck my head against the wall, wanting to react to the pain. I sat on my knees in the middle of the hall and tried to politely float the letter. Dear one. Of course, there was no reply. If you're looking for a red mailbox that delivers inside a person, I'll try again.

Since then, I've tried many different ways to say hello to him. The meditation that postmortem experience is possible, the awareness that anything is possible, and the strange gymnastics that you can look inside. I tried to believe that there was a world beyond science, but he was not even moved by it.

In the end, the only way to see him inside was to act. Thinking only about acting, he suddenly disappeared like a snail's eyes, when he stopped smoking and talked. I changed my approach and tried to talk to him as an ambassador during the acting, but no answer came back either. After finishing acting like a vigilant government official, he went home from work. He was a naughty man who could hardly say a word.

An opponent who can summon but cannot speak. Nothing could be more frustrating.

The floor opened its eyes. The struggle against the elusive visions was exhausting, but it was too soon to give up. There was a lot of work in boring fights. If you underestimate the stubbornness of the father who fed one family, you will be greatly hurt. The only tree that doesn't cut down ten times is a chainsaw. If you don't have a chainsaw, I'll keep scratching you with a chainsaw.

The floor rose from its place. The only way to communicate is to act. Who knows if he'll get tired and open his mouth when he calls me so badly.

The play has opened up a script that is being practiced. Eleven characters. Approximately 16 characters in total, as far as the passing stations. You'll be able to digest all of these stations. Just like driving a car equipped with 16 gears, if you transfer it to a Smoky Gear and express the character, he will nod without any rest inside. I don't know if the spiritual opponent has any stamina, but I was about to wage a battle of Stamina.

“Dearly beloved! ”

He started out as a businessman, a capitalist who stabbed peasants in the back. As soon as I thought of something to express, he reacted. He doesn't show up for riches, and the floorboards quickly hand him Barton. You take a step back and observe his performance. Now, as long as his emotions are completely separated and he is expressing strong feelings, I can immediately find peace of mind when he comes down from the stage. It was the result of boring calling him. It was a great advantage as an actor to be able to implement instantaneous emotional changes quickly without psychological burden.

“What sin have you committed against us? ”

The Joseon, who fell to the ground and wailed, acted directly. If I pulled him off the stage of my mind and took over the lead and played him, I could feel his confusion. Not long ago, I only felt that I was just looking, but now I have a vague sense of the emotion contained in it. Complaints. When I left only one last shot until victory, I could sense the glare of the pitcher with the replacement mark and the floor.

After playing a role, the floor, which was about to move to the next station, gives him a little squeeze of Barton and then takes it back.

“Stay compliant. This country is doomed. The Japanese are not doomed. If you're intelligent, look at the timeline as if you're intelligent. Will you let your children be descendants of the dead? Don't do that. Look into the future. ”

As a newspaper journalist, the floor realized that his gaze had become even darker. He's coming to the stage, just staring as if he were not there. The floor tried to conscious of him, but soon stopped. I focused on the acting and deliberately ignored him.

Next time, I forgave him. I can see you're enjoying it like a puppy who saw it at first sight. He was clearly disconnected from his perceptions, emotions, thoughts, etc., but he was often able to see into them clearly as if they were one. Now he does. He acts as if to quench his thirst. The floor felt his emotions radiating through his body more intense and condensed than usual. Like a shaman who plays softball, he acted with excitement. The floor I was watching became a spectator for a while. It was an act that would shake and grab something that any human being would have. Just watching filled the blood vessels with satisfaction.

“Why are we still alive, even though the heads of those great masterpieces have run out? The foundation of the kingdom is, don't we have the root of the country? And isn't Dory the owner who has to protect it? Even if the word Joseon disappears from this land, its meaning will continue indefinitely as long as we are firmly rooted. So maybe it's not Mincho. ”

I grabbed the cleaning mop upside down and shoved it toward the sky. At that moment, it was a medical enthusiast who made up his mind. It was the anarchist who put an end to the compulsory system. The marble floor was a bloody land, and the empty auditorium was filled with people gathered under the will of the Old Kingdom. The hot heat rises from all around and you feel like your ears are ringing.

It was the result of his acting. Full of desire for smoke, the body forgets the dialogue and makes it its own character. It was a different act than usual. It was his role to immerse himself into the character, and he analyzed the character's bone marrow and released it into smoke. He's a force of instinct and sensation, and he's a force of reason and judgment. The brain that needs to be cold is full of heat. It was an act of evasion, but I couldn't control it now. The fascination with the character was that the thread that never loosened seemed to suddenly line up. I felt an unbroken sensation stretching out everywhere. At this moment, it was such a satisfaction that even if the existence of a single floor was erased.

It was when the character's ambassador reached for the climax that one hand suddenly entered the lake of immersion. Immersion broke out in an instant. The exquisitely engaged cogs did not even tolerate the need for a small cog slippage. The owner of the intervening hand at the perfect moment was the 'him’.

The floor throws a mop and sits on the floor, gasping for air. I don't know how long it's been going on. It seems that the sense of time has vanished into oblivion. I barely looked up at the auditorium clock. There were only 10 minutes left. The floor's emotional courage was too small to accommodate the feelings felt during those 10 minutes. I felt that the records of the unpaid experience were scattered. I'm afraid I can't help it. It's funny to use dragons to hold thirty-one eggs in one egg plate. Accept as much as you can and let go. If you're greedy, don't break it.

“Maybe he's on a ride? ”

The floor raises its head and says. Despite the smoke, his eyes are wide open at one stroke of his chest. The smoke was mine, like he was screaming.

I stood up, biting my lower lip slightly. He offered countless carrots but did not accept them. Now that the whip is in your hand, it's time to start the tug-of-war.

“Just watch me in there. This is gonna be fun. ”

I heard the script after shouting so loudly. You like acting, right? Let's keep watching. You sucker.

I sensed him fluttering as if he were asking me to let him out, and I struck the floor with excitement.

* * *

You hear a voice through the slight opening. His voice sounded like Dale's ears. I glanced at Jiyun standing next to me. She also fixed her gaze through the doorway. The crowd pushes on the door. Slowly as possible, so that no sound is heard.

A floor was placed in the center of the extended field of view. Surrounded by wheat, broomsticks, hammers, and pickles. The floor ran through the middle of the dizzy hall. He was a citizen of the colony, a gun of the ruler, and a flag of a fighter. His voice fills the auditorium with heat. It was hotter than when 30 people were practicing in here. It was too hot for me to go near it.

He gripped Jiyun's hand without even knowing it. It was an act that seemed to be sucked in. Ji-yoon also empowered his hands.

"The floor crew, they wanted to act like this. Actions like this you can't do with us."

Jiyun said small. The group nods sadly. A stormy floor with moon-lit windows was an actor who could fill the large auditorium by himself. I don't see any empty spots. 10 minutes to the play as uninvited guests. The group sits down and takes out their notes.

"Ji-yoon, I'm sorry. I need to see a little more."

"No, I want to see more."

The man empowers his eyes. The look, the tone and the movement of the floor. I moved my hands to record it all. When Ji Yun watched the video on her phone, she stopped at a moment, but the public thought it was a way for her to fit in. The video tells the truth. But writing captures momentary insights. What was needed was not the truth, but the feeling of that moment. I also wanted to express in writing rather than in a video.

The floor ran like a loose horse. How have I been holding on to that boiling iron? Often, the floor said something that I couldn't understand, but I thought it happened because people were addicted to acting.

"I think you two are acting."

"I'm thinking about it, too."

Turned over the notebook page The article filled the void without blockage. It was quite difficult to put the ever-changing smoke into the eyes and at the same time transfer it by hand, but the public did not rest. Soon, the floor stops, and you reach your chin to the ceiling and sigh for a long time.

"This is so messy."

The floor said.

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Tropical. Just tropical.

Karr.

Don't you think it'll help you sleep since it's a funny joke?

* * *

Sorry about that.

Think of yourself as having woken up in the heat.

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Help me!

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Thank you for your recommendation. It always works.

Coupon, thank you. For letting me live.

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