Meta fiction : 302HO

   While many people believe that no one uses left room of 302, actually, there is a guy living in that room. The room was perfectly empty-at least looked perfectly empty. However, some of students, especially who live in right room of 302, started to feel something weird, that there might be someone in their HO, sometimes.
   They would hear some sounds that suggest someone is in the left room. Some other times, the students in 302 can just feel that someone, or something is on the other side of the room. However, they are too timid to open the door and check what's inside. Instead, they put tapes all around the door and stacked some large rocks to prevent the creature inside from ever coming out. At least, during time when they live in 302.
   Fear and rumors only last for several days as KMLA becomes busier with midterm tests and various school events, students of 302-HO, as well, gradually grew indifferent to the other side of their HO. Exactly one week passed, and it was the day many KMLA students had longed for - the "Chicken Day."
   The members from the right room of 302 raced up the stairs from the second floor to each have more of the delicious chicken they'd been yearning for so long. Shortly after each student entered the room, screaming "YES, CHICKEN!" and all other sorts of jocular exclamations. One by one, they ran into the place where the freshly - roasted chicken was waiting for them; they failed to notice that there was an extra shadow that was following their tales. It didn't take long until the students noticed that they had company.
   But there was no shape at all. Only the shadow dimmed on the other corner of the room. The students of the 302-HO was terrified; but soon ignored the 'strange creature' lingering from the other room. The stupid and ignorant students ate chicken fast as they could, but until the fat little student picked up a small piece of chicken, they soon realized that something was wrong. Half of the chicken was gone. Disappeared. The horrified humans looked on the other side of the room. The shadow also disappeared. Only the cool air and the horrified chill left on to the half full students. Too scary it was for students who could have imagined that the chicken would disappear suddenly?
   One day, the 302 students opened the door which was entangled with tapes. What welcomed them was a space full of white, an white arrow and a ghost. 
"Hello... anyone?" A frightened student asked.
"HAHAHAHA Finally u guys came to meet us!" It was not voice. The meaning was directly conveyed to students' minds. 
"How are you saying like that? And who are you?" All students asked together.
"Are you God?"
"Well.. kind of."
"I got it. You are a writer right?" A student shouted in a excited voice.
"What did you say? I can't hear you."
"He is a WRITER." "Look at that arrow and ghost. You really don't get it?"
"I don't get it. Who the hell is him and where is this place?
"This is blog and he's a writer. That arrow is a mouse's cursor and ghost is his finger on keyboard."
"Damn! Stop censoring me!" The angry student yelled. Suddenly, he tried to suicide by throttling. He was crying loudly. Shocked students around him stopped him. 
"Calm down! What's the matter with you?"
"We are just creations of him. What we have believed real is all wrong. We are just bunch of words. If he erases them, we don't exist anymore, like we've never existed before."
"That's enough boy. Stop." The meaning once again passed.
"I was always curious how my characters will react to the fact that they are just characters in my fiction,"
"and I think I found the answer. Sorry for you ruining your life."


"How can I live on from now on? What should I do now? I even don't know who is telling this."


"Two choices. Do you want to forget this or remember this?"


It was harsh choice. It was harsh. He had to choose between facing the bitter reality and living like nothing was happened to his life. After long time considering, the frustrated student answered.


"I... I want to forget this."
"Is this decision made by me or you?"


"I don't know. Hahaha"


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   While many people believe that no one uses left room of 302, actually, there is a guy living in that room. The room was perfectly empty-at least looked perfectly empty. However, some of students, especially who live in right room of 302, started to feel something weird, that there might be someone in their HO, sometimes.

chain writing

   While many people believe that no one uses left room of 302, actually, there is a guy living in that room. It is rational that people believe the room is empty, because he always turns off the light and never go out from the room except weekends, when people believe he is a merely guest of KMLA. However, some of students, especially who live in right room of 302, started to feel something weird, that there might be someone in their HO, sometimes.
   They would hear some sounds that suggest someone is in the left room. Some other times, the students in 302 can just feel that someone, or something is on the other side of the room. However, they are too timid to open the door and check what's inside. Instead, they put tapes all around the door and stacked some large rocks to prevent the creature inside from ever coming out. At least, during time when they live in 302.
   Fear and rumors only last for several days as KMLA becomes busier with midterm tests and various school events, students of 302-HO, as well, gradually grew indifferent to the other side of their HO. Exactly one week passed, and it was the day many KMLA students had longed for - the "Chicken Day."
   The members from the right room of 302 raced up the stairs from the second floor to each have more of the delicious chicken they'd been yearning for so long. Shortly after each student entered the room, screaming "YES, CHICKEN!" and all other sorts of jocular exclamations. One by one, they ran into the place where the freshly - roasted chicken was waiting for them; they failed to notice that there was an extra shadow that was following their tales. It didn't take long until the students noticed that they had company.
   But there was no shape at all. Only the shadow dimmed on the other corner of the room. The students of the 302-HO was terrified; but soon ignored the 'strange creature' lingering from the other room. The stupid and ignorant students ate chicken fast as they could, but until the fat little student picked up a small piece of chicken, they soon realized that something was wrong. Half of the chicken was gone. Disappeared. The horrified humans looked on the other side of the room. The shadow also disappeared. Only the cool air and the horrified chill left on to the half full students. Too scary it was for students who could have imagined that the chicken would disappear suddenly?
   One day, the 302 students opened the door which was entangled with tapes.
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   "So, this is the dream i dreamed for a week."
   "Are you crazy, man? There is nothing in our left room. Look, it's opened, not closed with tapes, and is empty and clear."
   "I think you need some delicious chicken. Hey, let's go to Sosa and get some chicken."
   "Well..um.. let's go then."
They left, not noticing the bizarre creature is looking them behind.

What is Modern Art?, a Brave Question Raised by "Exit Through the Gift Shop"

 With the arise of post-modernism, the definition of art became rather unclear. Though there were many efforts to explain and embody the meaning of art, any of them did not come to my heart, except this one. "Art, that is a fraud." The master of video art, Baek Nam-Jun had  answered this to a reporter's question asking what is art.

Is it a fraud or art? 

When someone asks me is it art or not, "Yes!" I would say it to Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, "Hmm.. maybe?" to Duchamp's Fountain, "I don't know..." to Damien Hurst's For the Love of God.

So, I once again meditate the meaning of art. My doodle scribbled on my notebook without any meaning can be an ART. This is what happening in post-modernism era, when every standards have collapsed. Thus, art is what being thought art, so art is a fraud, as Mr.Baek had said. 

     Banksy, the most famous street artist of 21st century, criticizes this attribute of modern art through this documentary. By filming rapid success of Mr.Brainwash, Banksy shows how invalid the modern art is and how exaggerated value of the modern art is. What Mr.Brainwash has painted and made is basically the combination of Andy Warhol, Shepard Fairey and Banksy. Mr.Brainwash does not have any idea about his art works, or configuration of them either. Surprisingly, Mr.Brainwash's artworks are evaluated highly and sold with extremely expensive money. To Banksy, Mr.Brainwash's art is fake, made by mass media and vanity of people. It seems legit because no one would believe exhibition of man who had never painted before succeeds. 

      However, I want to criticize Banksy by the part that he is criticizing art. The essence of his art is street art, or the vandalism, denying and mocking what other arts had done before. And "that" Banksy is trying to make another standard, dividing what a real art is and not. Hilarious, isn't it? His viewpoint clearly displays what existing artists could have thought about street art, or Banksy. He himself is showing the process which an Icon of vandalism becoming an icon of conservatism. 

    An idea just have come to my mind that maybe Banksy has made this film to reveal how ridiculous his fans are, who absorb Banksy's idea thoughtlessly. He just wanted to laugh at people writing reviews about Banksy's greatness and MBW's vulgarness, which is exactly converse to Banksy spirit. One thing is sure regardless of his purpose of filming. That the effort to define art would be a mockery.