Early summer, buds on a soft earth, vines grow from cute heart shaped leaves, leaves become more and more blue, vines intertwine, morning glory makes buds. There are flowers blooming in large wheels, there are flowers that become distorted due to leaves and other flowers. And lastly everyone gets shimmering brown. Vines keep growing to the sky, and make buds without worrying about the horrifying survival competition of flowers.
All of us human beings are born from their parents. While intertwining like a morning glory vine, going out in the sun, being driven into the shade, make descendants and return to the ground at the end. How long have we been going through this process? What is it that creates such power? The more I think about it, the more distant it is.
2017. 11. 26