Pure Land

A few years ago, I experienced a volleyball accident that left me with a significant injury. As I coped with the pain, my mind drifted into a state where reality seemed to dissolve into nothingness.

Upon awakening, in that fleeting slice of time, I lingered in the void with my eyes still shuttered, adrift from the march of seconds and minutes. In that space, I existed as a mere consciousness, unbound by identity or corporeal form. A brief interlude of disorientation unfurled as I groped for the threads of self—grasping my age, my gender. Through the awakening hum of neurons in my fingertips, I discerned the abrasive texture of the track beneath me, its gritty reality anchoring me back to the world. As my vision cleared, assaulted by the day's fierce luminance, fragments of memory pieced together—there I was, a player in the expanse of the playground. This brush with oblivion unraveled my childhood dread of mortality. The cessation of consciousness wasn't laced with terror or agony but rather a peaceful experience. In reflecting upon those moments shrouded from life's stage, I recognized that the realm beyond is shrouded in mystery, yet it is this very uncertainty that embroiders it with endless potential.

Within this series of works, I present a novel perspective on mortality. It is my aspiration to convey an enticing and boundlessly prospective paradise with dark humor– a realm teeming with both amusement and infinite possibilities. It is the destination I envision embracing after my mortal journey, extending a cordial invitation to my companions to partake in this envisioned realm of posthumous joy.