Best amusement park (1)
He was sleeping with his sleep, which he had put on hold because of the translation work. The identities of the boxes surrounding the bed were all his manuscripts. On a low stack of boxes, where the foot of the bed is facing, there was an unmatched transparent trophy. It was a dangerous position that seemed to fall soon.
He doesn’t wake up even from the sunlight coming in through the window, but he suddenly opens his eyes to the vibrations coming from the side of his head. I barely looked up and got the call because I was deep asleep.
“Hello.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Yes.”
He opened his eyes. I knew who the other was with a voice that I wasn’t sorry at all. Excellent.
“What’s the matter with Writer Choi? ”
“Let’s play.”
“· · · · · · · Yes? ”
“Let’s play.”
“· · · · · · Why? ”
“Do people need a reason to play? ”
That’s not what I’m asking. He put his face on the pillow. I fell asleep at some point last night.
“Are you asleep?”
Without an answer, he asked. Yes, I do. He understood the mumbling answer and said.
“I called to take you to the amusement park because I got tickets. ”
“Why me? ”
“I’m the only high school student I know. ”
“Thank you for your heart. I’ll see you tomorrow. ”
I could barely get to sleep if I hung up now. Everything around him has led him to a world of sleep. I didn’t want to resist. I had no reason to. The phone in my hands was tightly gripped with a dazzling mind and body.
“The period is up to today. ”
“ · · · · · ·. ”
Maybe he’ll wake himself up. For the last time, he made a small resistance.
“Go with someone else. ”
With who?
“There are many. Or Daesu. ”
“You want me to go to the amusement park with her? ”
“Or the faithful sister. ”
“I can’t go with him because I’m embarrassed of him. ”
“It’s my brother. ”
“Sure, come to the amusement park with me. ”
“ · · · · · ·. ”
“Are you asleep?”
A laughter pours out. My mind is cleared of nonsense. After I hung up the phone, I couldn’t sleep.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? What if I have an appointment? ”
“There isn’t.”
“Yes, yes. Where are we going?”
He said the name of the station next to the amusement park. It’s not far on the subway. I hung up and got up. Suddenly, I woke up and had to go to the best and amusement park. I washed and dressed. Meanwhile, I almost knocked down a tall stack of boxes. It was a dangerous moment. Luckily, the only thing that fell was a trophy. I roughly put it up and went outside.
“Where are you going?”
The mother sitting in the living room asked.
“Amusement park.”
“You’re going with your friends? ”
“No, with a 40-something love writer. ”
“Why?”
“I see. Why do we go? ”
If I ask myself, it’s too late. He unexpectedly went to an amusement park with a romance novelist and placed the props on the ride.
“I’ll be back.”
I left home thinking about getting churros like this.
“Here, here. ”
“Were you here first? ”
“I just got here. ”
There were a lot of people in the station. The best was in a convenient outfit. Behind him is a Cupid stone statue. Cupid wore nothing but bows to express his freedom. While looking at the best of Cupid, he asks.
“You haven’t eaten, have you? ”
“Yes, I came as soon as I got up. ”
“Let’s eat first and go inside. ”
He heads to the center, which is connected to the station. There were restaurants in the area. I entered the fewest houses. The best thing to do is to take out the lunch box he packed. The person who looked like the owner of the shop looked at the best, but did not stop. The guests only looked at it once. He didn’t care at all.
“People are staring. ”
“Why?”
“It’s the lunchbox. ”
“Shame on you?”
“A little.”
The best smile was small when I didn’t deny it.
“Well, I was sensitive to your eyes when I was your age. ”
“Comrade Gil said he was ashamed of Writer Choi not long ago. ”
“You don’t know how to enjoy it like I do. ”
He brazenly emptied his lunchbox. I did not hide my pride in my food skills.
“There’s a lot of people. ”
“It’s the weekend.”
He said as he walked aloud. Following him, I found the ticket in my hand. As soon as I went inside, what I saw were lovely interior decorations. I noticed people buying and selling headbands and balloons. The screams from all around reached my ears.
“Mr. Choi. ”
“Why.”
He answered bluntly. I followed him somewhere and asked.
“I’m sorry to ask, but what are we here for? ”
He was the one who rebelled against the question.
“Why would two writers come to an amusement park? ”
“Going for a ride? ”
“To get the material. ”
Where he stopped was the store where he was selling churros. It smelled delicious. He quickly bought a churros and a hot dog and said, holding them in each hand.
“This is a place of dreams and love. ”
You look around. The toys born for thrills are huge. There were long lines everywhere. They were all waiting to ride the rides. There was a number 100 written on the lightboard. It meant waiting time.
Everyone was excited, excited to ride a ride-along with family, friends or lovers. Those who were sitting on the bench, exhausted, had little smiles.
A doll in a hood passed by. He walked around and confronted the guests. I posed for him when he brought the camera. There were not many people hugging in the beginning. No one was unaware that what was in it was a person, but everyone was willing to be fooled by the cute appearance.
“Yummy churros. ”
“It’s expensive. ”
“I never asked you to buy it. ”
“Then give it to me. ”
“You don’t eat. ”
I slashed my mouth wide. If anyone can’t fit into a space full of dreams and love, it’s them. sitting on a zebra-shaped bench chewing hot dogs and churros. There was a souvenir museum near the bench, so many people were excited.
They were all similar. I raised my camera high and tried to record a good time. They looked happy. People wearing the same headband or a couple of t-shirts could also be seen quite a bit. The voices of those who had just come on the equipment and were wet with excitement have been heard more clearly. He saw the best. He was listening to the stories he heard.
“You don’t want anything to happen here, do you? ”
What did he bring himself to the amusement park for?
“No way. I am a supportive position for all the love that exists in the world. ”
“I’ve never heard of that. ”
He wiped the cinnamon dust from his mouth and asked the hot dog. I could taste the rich ketchup and mustard.
“That way I won’t lose my feed. ”
In his view, the loss of love in this world was like unemployment.
“Better than a government official, isn’t it? ”
“Where is that nowadays? Love is a recession.”
He leans against the backrest.
“Love is great. ”
“Of course. It’s great. ”
He roughly confronted him. I rubbed the ketchup on my fingernails.
“Why great? Because I’m a romance novelist. ”
“That would be one reason. No one’s gonna ask. ”
I saw him chewing the sausage. I felt endless love next to him. Love for yourself.
“You’ve been great lately. ”
He suddenly changed the direction of the horse. He still chewed the sausage in his mouth.
“It was very hot overseas. ”
“Thank you. ”
“Isn’t it okay to show a little more pride? ”
“I don’t know where I got off on my own. ”
When I answered calmly, he twisted his legs. He looked like he heard a boring answer.
“Do you see how defenseless people are? ”
He turned his eyes away from him and looked straight ahead. Many people were talking loudly. Of course, the sound reaches around you. However, those who were making sounds were raising their voices even when they did not even dream about it. It is because sound comes from all over. You raise your voice because it’s noisy around you. Reach your opponent.
“It’s easy to see that the people you just passed are students. ”
“Yes, he’s cursing at you. ”
“People who just passed by have mutual friends. ”
“We were discussing gifts for him. ”
“Those people who just passed by are going shopping. ”
“Maybe the headband wants to do it. They say there’s nothing to do here, but they’re in a mood. ”
But no one but themselves knew that they were students, that they had mutual friends, and that they were going to buy headbands. because everyone was busy talking about themselves. The only thing I’m focusing on is getting to the riding gear fast.
I wanted this rope to drop fast.
“Here’s a coincidence. Gentlemen.”
The best mutters small. No one listened to it and reacted. Of course, very few believe it even if they hear it.
“If you’re going to say it, shout it out loud. ”
“There’s no one you can trust. ”
You bite an empty skewer into your mouth.
“I love amusement parks. This palpitation. Busy air that doesn’t even care about other people. In such a noisy and fancy place, people’s vision becomes narrower. Everyone only cares about their friends. Focus only on yourself. Selfish and personal love. Love is only directed at those you love. It’s my favorite. ”
Such tastes were also reflected in his work. His book did not only emphasize the greatness of love. Grief or yearning, anger or hatred. Love was not always a positive emotion.
You hear a high tone from a distance. It means that the rides have reached their peak. They continue screaming until they reach the lowest point. It was not hard to predict the speed at which their hearts would beat.
I saw a couple walking around each other’s waist. The two of them kissed briefly. It was also not difficult to imagine their heart rate. They’re all beating at a much faster rate than usual. A place of excitement and fear.
“I’m about to get into work. ”
He said confidently. However, there was a heart that worried about the sigh of an experienced person who knew what would happen in the future and the love he would receive. Perhaps his heart rate is running a little faster than usual. He saw himself. I could sense it in a moment. He called himself here for a reason.
End of best amusement park (1)
lim Han-baek