The media are not toys… they can be entrusted only to new artists, because they are art forms.
(McLuhan, 1954)
May 28, 2025
I have no friends. Not just friends—I don’t have anyone around to talk to. I used to talk only to my wife, but we went through a divorce, and she left for Korea three months ago. Being alone feels strange. There’s a huge difference between having one person and having no one.
I go to bed alone and wake up in silence. There’s no one who can confirm that I even exist. Sometimes I wonder—what if this is all a dream? Of course, even if I had someone to talk to, I still wouldn’t be able to tell for sure whether it’s a dream or reality. But compared to when I was with my wife, life now feels less real.
I’ve realized that just having someone beside me helps me feel like I exist. Still, it doesn’t feel right to depend on another person to prove my existence. I want to find my own way to affirm that I’m here. Maybe this blog is one way to do that.