I stare.

I stare, get lost, and travel into the waves of wood grains, the field of popcorns on the ceiling, layers and layers of hair - things those very subtly exist all around us, things those make my mind restless, my heart pound, my breath short, won't let my eyes stop vibrating.

The rush is coming.

The repetitions of hello and goodbye, competitions and co-operations of individual segments, chaotic tensions and harmony, isolations and civilizations, comfort and discomfort, and everything in between.

The party of rhythm has begun!!!

Soomin Jung
2009