I am waiting for your signal But how can I put the fire in my heart on hold? It's relentless It burns my breath It hurts my chest It fogs my mind It pushes me next to you and then I start dreaming of your smile your awkward stories your steadiness your body moving across the space your soft voice making jokes your eyes your eyes your silence your silenced breath that says “I recognize you” “there's a part in you that I recognize” I always hear that voice in you I am waiting f

From day one of my return to Korea after eight years of US stay - actually, starting from the on-flight accident that delayed the return - I've been devastated. Every day was survival, and after five months of dealing with the sense of insecurity, I finally reached the bottom of it all. What follows is AI-generated narration from a moment of clarity that I landed on. I would have made this into an article, simply because I have enough references to make this look "academic en

The jungle is never quiet When the wind moves, the leaves tense first When a bird takes flight, the air remembers its direction They have lived there for a long time always alert, always listening their body reacting before thought arrives One day, a stone flew from somewhere In the instant it touched the ground their body remembered old lessons: What did I do wrong this time? This time, something shifted. They looked down and noticed there was no blood, only the echo of anot

Scene from Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) ( https://nrecclessmith.com/2013/04/25/when-you-lose-your-ability-to-fly/ ) MAGIC IS WHAT CANNOT BE CONTAINED You cannot "obtain" magic You cannot "lose" magic Magic is what you already have Magic is what is already in you drawing by Fei Yuan

Existing academic conventions rely on a linear citational framework that presumes knowledge must be mapped through sequential intellectual genealogy. This structure privileges Western theoretical lineages as the primary reference points, often demanding that non-Western scholars position their work within an inherited European intellectual tradition in order to be 'legible.' However, such expectations fail to account for alternative epistemologies in which knowledge is not tr

i lived in a house where the floors creaked with fear where the walls remembered every footstep that dared not misstep it smelled of old books and new insecurities of burned-out candles at tenure-track altars a house where ghosts were not studied but served haunted because nothing truly lives "almost there - but not quite" a phrase repeated like a ritual a demand for smoothness a punishment for difference a mirror reflecting the fear that something in the room cannot be made