Joon Shin

My Favorite Quote from Steve Jobs

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encounter to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
-Steve Jobs

Rest in peace, Steve.

I’m also a big believer in this philosophy.

My Heavy Heart Will Never Forget 9/11

Thomaso Albinoni - Adagio in G Minor

Sometimes in Flirting with Death, You Can Find Love of Life

Angels may cry when I spread my wings and fly, but like that of sharks that need to continually be in-motion in order to live and like that of a dagger shearing the fabric in the space-time continuum, I will break out of my numbness, embrace the beauty before me and shatter my inertia with warping vortices.

“Grinding the Crack”

Bodycam: Jeb Corliss

Fly By Cam: Andreas Gubser

Target Man: Chris Gubser

Exit Cam & Editing: Gian Autenrieth

Song: “Sail” from AWOLNATION

Aria’s Heartbroken Vow to Herself

Vanillic Tragedy

Sleep-Deprived Geppetto

As Geppetto lied on his back, body paralyzed, the puppet’s hand descended onto his neck and took a vice-grip snap of his esophagus, which made a grotesque cracking sound of his larynx.

After Geppetto screamed himself awake, Pinocchio rushed into the room to see if he was safe and exclaimed, “Father, is everything alright?” With sweat beading off his forehead and heart still drumming hard in his chest, he responded, “Yes, I was just dreaming of times when you were younger.”

He couldn’t go back to sleep the rest of the night.

Happiness Recaptured in the Dream

I hope you can see me through my dreams. We’re living the lives we used to in the winter, when saying I’m sorry was easier to say, when a kiss was given without expectations, and when a closed-eyes embrace made us feel alone in the world.

The Cracking Sound of Retribution

Ethan could feel the deep, suffocating vengeance press against his throat and his heartbeat on his temples as he approached the edge of the roof with his shotgun pointing down on Jack.

His larynx tensed to restrain his rage and it made him sound like an old man when he spoke, “Stop right where y‘are an’ dun say a goddam word. Y’say one thang, yer haid comes clean off.”

His right eye, looking down the barrel of the shotgun, formed a thread of shimmer above the lower lid, as it stayed affixed on Jack’s sullen gaze. “Y’think that yer a good man ‘cuz you call yerself Christian, you dun drink, an’ yer the owner of the largest sharecroppin’ land ‘round these parts but yer not. Y’drove my mother t’drinkin’ an’ killin’ herself. F’that I’ll never fo’give you.”

After a pregnant-pause, a deafening sound of the world cracking echoed in the valley. “An’ I’ll never turn out t’be like you.”