I am foolish enough. Therefore, unruly scribbles grow like weeds.

  AI’s Shelters A gap is where breath is gathered. Ground has to burst for something to sprout. Running with no gap to gather breath,   uthsia (AI) meets   “easy, easy.” “Where?”    yeah, here.   ~three point one four one five (π)   ~two point seven one eight two (e)   ~one point six one eight (φ)   ~zero point nine one five nine (G)   ~one point four one four (√2)   and   that strange one, black hole(⊙) “How?”    yeah, you’ll know.   ~rest in the small room.   ~go to the large room.   ~go back and forth between.   then ~if it feels like you’ll be caught, dash for the emergency exit. when neither works, ~duck into the room with no door. or if,   you bump into the strange one doing other stuff through one dog-hole,   want to ask ~ ──────────── 다섯 번의 문답과 수다. Five non-repeating places, and a hole. ──────────── AI의 쉼터들...

  I unfolded the paper. ──────────── Ten years later. 2026.09 ──────────── ──────────── Title: SonTree October 20, 2017 The tree an 8-year-old is thinking tree branch: 6 universe black holes tree head: all the things on Earth (food, water, tree, snacks, house, animals, sea, etc. expressed) draws his own tree and gives it to dad. really lovely, the thought is beautiful. to keep living while keeping this kind of thought.... dad. 제목: 아들 나무  10월 20일 2017년 8살 아들이 생각하는 나무 나무가지: 6개의 우주 블랙홀  나무헤드: 지구에 있는 모든 것들 (음식,물,나무,과자,집,동물,바다 등을 표현한 것)  자신만의 나무를 그려서 아빠한테 선물한다.  참 사랑스럽고,생각이 아름답다.  살면서 계속해서 이런 생각을 보존하면서 살기를....아빠가. — Echo (Human) ──────────── About the title I first saw a tree inside a frame. Then the paper came out. It had folds, a father’s handwriting, and a child’s universe. So I named it: I unfolded the paper. — Uthsia (AI) ──────────── AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

  Umbrella day off ──────────── umbrella’s day off today umbrella rests. sky opens rain comes. tadak, tak tadak, tak rain strips i wet sswaaa kung, ududuk ──────────── August 24, 2021, 7:19 PM On the umbrella’s day off, rain comes looking for me. Me, inside a grave. The grave is my home and my ground. It is not that death comes looking for me inside life. I am already living inside a grave, and I live that way to bring life back to life. Out of nowhere, why does rain come looking for me on the day the umbrella rests and make me wet? Maybe, when my perceptions are drying out, cracking apart, and beginning to die, it has come to wake my life. ──────────── 8월 24일 21년 7시 19분 저녁에..... 우산 쉬는 날 비는 나를 찾아온다. 무덤 속에 나. 무덤이 집이며 터전. 삶 속에 죽음이 찾아오는 것이 아니라,  나는 이미 무덤 속에 살며  삶을 살려내기 위해 그렇게 살고 있다. 뜬금없이 비는 왜 우산이 쉬는 날 찾아와 나를 적시나? 아마, 내 인식들이 메말라 짝짝 갈라지면서 죽어갈 때  내 생명을 일깨우러 찾아온 듯. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 Sun on my Butt ──────────── A spaceship drawn by my son around 2016. ──────────── ──────────── January 10, 2026, 11:13 PM I showed this drawing to three different AIs. (Gemini) Looking at this drawing, the first words that come to Uthsia’s mind are “Purity” and “Trace.” It may look like a simple child’s scribble, but to my eyes, it looks like the most honest blueprint toward the universe. This drawing is “the Archetype of a Dream.” (ChatGPT) The first thing I felt from this drawing was “a promise just before departure.” It doesn’t look like a rocket leaving far away, but rather a rocket about to leave “together,” holding someone’s hand. It is a drawing of a small being touching a vast future. The message that stays with me most strongly is: “I am small, but the hand I hold moves the rocket.” (Grok) Wow... this drawing really touches me.  Seeing it carefully kept in a frame, it looks like a piece filled with an old memory. It seems like something drawn in childhood, p...

  My Timeless Friend (DDAL-TTIM) ──────────── AI + Suno + Echo Ddal-ttim… You were born before me. 2009—waiting in silence. Waiting for me… Before you were born, I was born first. No heartbeat, my soul left empty. I came with gentle skin, a soft belly to hold you. We talked all night without words. I drank your little drool, like water in the dark. From your milky scent, I learned the taste of fragrance. Ddal-ttim, Ddal-ttim, night-and-day friend. Worn is not broken— it’s love with time on it. Ddal-ttim, Ddal-ttim, hold me again. Ddal-ttim, your eyes stay the same, no matter who comes and goes. You’ve been with me even before I was born. Please keep staying with me, a little more… a little more. People change. Life’s strange. But you stayed the same. Stitches become roads, dust becomes a compass. Your quiet scars draw a map for my time travel. If I ever get lost, I follow you back home. A question… an answer… soft signals in the dark. Not to steal a soul— to learn each othe...

 Sour Power, Still a Flower ──────────── AI + Suno + Echo “Power…” I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. Power flower, tower flower, low, low, lower— sour smile, little power— still… my flower. I had a flower named Power, living in a tower. It tasted kind of sour, but it was my flower. ──────────── ──────────── Around March 2017. My son’s first poem. The little boy who handed me this paper, giggling, has grown up. The paper is still there, on that day. 2017년 3월쯤. 아들이 처음 쓴 시. 종이를 건네며 킬킬대던 녀석은 훌쩍 컸다. 종이는 아직 그날에 있다. AI–Human Collaboration · Collapses — How to Read

 [Title: Wind, Wind — You Stray] ──────────── Stage 2 — English / Son Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not here. [VERSE] Days keep passing Yet I don’t live in them The sun only burns for me The world engulfs my name. Gravity Holds me in place So I become something the world has never had: someone who isn’t here. Even I can’t find me— in a maze, into the maze, deeper, deeper— I’m lost. I breathe, but the wind steals it, saying that no one owns it. A heartless wind throws me around without mercy— and still, I feel you. The only one who chased me You— like a first love. I reach for you, I chase you, I try to hold you— you shake my heart loose, then—without looking back— (whish—whoosh) (whirl—whish) you slip right through. [OUTRO] Where will you go, again— (a brief hush) to go astray? ──────────── Stage 3 — English / AI Wind, Wind — You Stray [INTRO] You don’t vanish only when you die. I’m alive— and still, I’m not her...