Hi, I'm Kang Hae-joon, and the following is my new play, Love, Chaos and Torn Man, half-truth. Read it.

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I: Story

One night, I was taken from a beautiful day to a place like hell, but it didn't seem as cruel as it seemed to be, but it wasn't as weird as it was an illusion, but I was ready to return to it.

My weed is a voice, perhaps not a voice, a message that, if I say yes, falls into an infinity that is not known, that sleeps neither rises, that dreams are real, that wants to die, but cannot. I'm shaking because I'm guilty, so I need to redeem myself in this space.

I don't know what sin it is, but this space became my paradise.

II: Letters

The letter is? What words do you use to describe it? Believe?

The letter is followed by a larger world that cannot be held accountable.

As long as "letters can gain power", it can really change "realism".

Faith in God, religion, unnamed things, faith. The reason for believing must be the fear of one's own. Fear is the power to have it.

It's a fearless belief that people die for money.

Capitalism, communism, feminism, God, Buddha, God, the subject of faith... is not "profit," it's not "live for the good" but "dauntless death."

I've seen my faith, he's not in the gap between the symbol world and it, he's not a discipline or a philosophy, he's not a driving force, he's uncapturing, and I'm about to see it before the world.

When I walk into it, I'm going to be empty: I want to have a stack of money, and I'm going to come out with a stack of money. I can connect to everything in my experience. I'd become a god or a madman... or I shouldn't even use that stupid word to come from me. Anyway, I'm willing to live without fear of death, and I'll live forever.

Three: Death or resurrection.

Nobody knows what "after death" is. So life by death is just a "supposition", I call it "closing death". The destruction and reconstruction of near-deaths, which are supposed to cross, are done within the framework.

So don't try to travel spiritually by trying to die.

It is impossible to confirm whether you have been "reborn" because it is not possible to prove "after death". The letter became important at this time, when it was believed that death was not the end to see the body of one's past, to see many bodies, to see what was going on... and to come back to life.

Four: Can't say.

Shut up is a Buddhist lesson. Scholars have concluded that "languages have their own limitations" and that a symbol, once landed, destroys real space.

V: Love

Love is not just an emotional, emotional, formation or unconscious connection. The word "love" brings people into a narrow sense. Replace it with "Q".

One, the Q is filled with those of us who can and cannot grasp the boundaries, in which the Q is a bridge or a piece of debris.

Two, the Qs are all over our undetectable description of the unknown junior high, scattered.

VI: False

I lied at first, and then I lied to myself, and I didn't have a heart, but I kept lying to myself, and then I had a heart, I had love, I had money, I had knowledge, I had everything... wrong, and this kind of "smuggling" didn't concern the subject, but rather... the confusion of structure.

Seven: True.

There are no more sincere and kind people than me, and there are those who try to cover up the myriad of symbolic illusions, even myself desperate to think that the problem is unknown, but in fact they just have to take a step outside.

You don't pretend to be a ghost, you're obsessed with theory, you follow the doctrine, you keep relying on reality feedback.

It's not about destroying or building a fucking system, system, rules, market, structure, territory, world... but...

Wuhan: 19:30 p.m. May 20th

Address: Qingshan Mountain, Wuhan City - Reed Theatre, 1st floor, Aushan Century Square (walk 640 m at Gate D, Line 5 Science Park Station)

Beijing performance: 19:30 p.m. May 25th

Address: Shigei Hutam 21 in the western city of Beijing