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How I hear this: Is it spring out there? Hwacheon got 17 cm of snow. Somewhere in Jeonbuk, it’s over 20°C. A land of four distinct seasons—Korea, you really are something. That’s right. Hmm. Out of nowhere, one of my juniors is building an igloo in front of the dorm. I think I’ll have a lot of memories from this place. Yeah… What a surreal world. University students are starting their semester, elementary, middle, and high schoolers are heading into a new school year. And me? I finally dropped the first digit off my military service countdown. Like Robin Hood, I’m marking off each day on the calendar. Am I stranded? Maybe… probably. During night roll call, I always end up reading under my reading light. Lately, I’ve been working through The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm— a book I’d been meaning to get to for a while. But the art of loving—seriously? Can love really be something you practice? Here’s the thing: We practice endlessly to paint better, play guitar better, study better… Yet when it comes to love—the most essential thing in life— we just expect to know how to do it, no training, no practice. We just want it handed to us. Modern society loves to paint love as this fiery emotion, a dramatic spectacle— all thanks to media and capitalism. But in reality, love is a decision. A promise. A resolution. It has so many shapes, temperatures, expressions. And for us—not just one-on-one, but one-to-many, many-to-one— what does love mean? What are artists creating, and what are listeners hearing? What are we looking at, what are we loving? With what kind of resolution have I stood in front of you for 11 years? Tender thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless. Bottom line… it’s worth a read. (Sure, some parts feel outdated—it was written over 50 years ago.) Three months left. That’s 18%. Will I die before then? No, I should be greeting you all in good health. The Room of Spirit and Time… the gravity keeps getting heavier. Maybe it’s because I’ve got four bars now. Time is dragging, but they say even if you hang the Ministry of National Defense’s clock upside down, it still ticks forward. So maybe I’ll hang it upside down, spin it around, tilt it at 540 degrees just to see what happens. I’ll be back— with my heart and my love, both reorganized. I have a lot to tell you. Through music, through words. Spring is here. Spring is coming! (I say, shoveling 17 cm of snow.) Oh? Feeling a little warm? Just wait—soon enough, I, we will be back, hovering around, being annoying again. Until then, live a good life. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a webtoon to finish. I love you, today as well. That’s a promise. A resolution. Miss you. Early summer, the swarms of grasshoppers— Hurry up and get here already, you little punks. —Namjoon