푹푹 찌는 더위에 걷다 지쳐
매디슨 스퀘어 공원 벤치에 앉아 올려다 본 하늘.

초록빛 잎들이 빈틈없이 하늘을 먹어치웠다.
허공은 어디에도 보이지 않는다.

거세지만 다정한 바람에 한두 잎이 춤을 추더니,
이내 수천 개의 잎이 하나로 엉겨 천천히 일렁인다.

누가 나무이고, 사람이고, 나인지 헷갈리기 시작한다.
어디서부터 시작하고 어디에서 끝나는 걸까?

시공간은 뒤틀리기 시작한다.

Drained by the relentless heat,
i sank onto a bench in madison sqaure park,
my gaze drifting upward into the sky.

the sky was swallowed by a thick veil of green leaves,
merging into an uninterrupted mosaic of foilage.

a strong yet tender breeze stirred a few leaves into a delicate dance, and gradually, thousands of leaves moved as one, swaying slowly in union like an unseen tide.

in that stillness, the distinctions between tree, person, and self began to blur, as if reality itself was wavering. where does it begin and where does it end? 

time and space started to twist into the unknown.