Great Novelist

“Are you going to stay for dinner? ”

“I like it. ”

“I'm full, so don't talk about eating. ”

“So who told you to eat bread before you eat? ”

“I regret it. ”

The three of them were eating fruit. The rain that brought out the car was also holding a fork with fruit on it. To be more precise, I was just holding it. It was then that the bell rang.

“Who is it?”

“I'll go out there. ”

Suddenly, he woke up in a hurry. The speaker was curious. There are no guests who promised to visit. The buzzer stops and becomes popular from a distance. The sound of footsteps is getting closer.

“Master.”

You hear a stranger's voice behind you.

He looked back slowly. There was a man standing with his roots.

I noticed a hot head. He was holding something in both hands. The speaker happily stood up to meet him.

“How long has it been? ”

“Master.”

He called the speech teacher. While I was watching the two of them, I met the man's eyes. Very shortly, he quickly turns his eyes away from the speaker's question.

“What happened without contacting you? ”

“Sorry. Suddenly. ”

“That's okay. It's been too long."

While he exchanges speeches and greetings, he stands next to a close friend who is a step away. He finished his greeting and looked at him.

“You have a young apprentice? ”

The speaker looked at him without saying anything. It was a sign of silence.

I don't know, but he seemed like a student of the book. He is a writer. He pondered for a moment. I had a conversation with the speaker during the day. Face me.

I decided how to introduce myself.

“Hello, it's a coincidence. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He couldn't say what he wanted. You look embarrassed. You shake your hot head once. The eyes below were shaken as well.

“His real name is the Starship. Please call me Juho.”

As he continued speaking, he finally came to his senses and introduced himself. I didn't know his name.

“I never thought I'd run into such a coincidence. ”

“Keep it a secret. ”

“Yes, of course. ”

“What did you write? ”

He asked, smiling beautifully.

“You probably don't know because it's already cut off. ”

He seems to be somewhat ashamed of his work.

“Make yourself comfortable. ”

“Yes.”

I answered, but it didn't look like I wanted to. He backs down, pretending not to know.

“Let's go inside.”

According to the instructor, the four of you went inside. He looks at the house and walks, but his yearning is stronger than gladness. He looked at him. I felt that my gait was a little dangerous.

“Nothing has changed here. ”

“What's gonna change? How are you?”

“Of course.”

He replied briefly. He notices and falls behind. You two seemed to have something to talk about. Kyungwoo also followed behind him.

“Why did you come out? ”

“I'm taking the car. ”

“I'll do it. ”

“Then you boil the water. ”

He pulls the leaves out of the cupboard. He put the water in the jug and placed it on the fire. He asked him.

“What kind of person are you? ”

He asked, thinking about his hot head. Workers think for a moment and open their mouths.

“I don't know. I just climbed up from under the teacher. Right after the debut. After that, there was no glowing face. I haven't heard from him. I didn't expect you so suddenly. ”

He didn't give a long explanation. He didn't ask me anymore. Among the students of the book, there were many authors who gave their names, but many who did not. I heard all of his comrades have left. A book and a debut is not the end. There is a much tougher journey ahead. There are those who succeed, and there are those who fail.

“Are you the one who was okay? ”

“What?”

“Coincidence.”

He shortened his name. He shrugs lightly.

“I'm not lying. As a teacher's apprentice, I wouldn't go around talking about it. ”

“That's right, but... ”

“No, I don't want to be thorough. Knowing your face will only start your Superstar life. ”

“I'm a superstar with my mouth. ”

Waiting for the water to boil and leaning against the wall. There was not a lot of conversation between Australia and the peers. The roots were preparing us for tea leaves.

“I heard you visited Junpyo's workshop the other day. ”

He said with a groan. He said yes.

“There were a lot of poems. ”

“I heard. You can recite. ”

“Yes. Shall I recite it? ”

“I don't need it. ”

You hear the sound of boiling water.

“Maybe you two will have a long story, so this time I'll show you my studio. ”

He realized his intentions. He probably wants to give time to the teachers and students he has met for a long time. Though he was eager to do so, he probably thought he should carry himself as a high school student from the perspective of his peers. It's better than doing nothing.

He moved gently as he intended.

“Yes, I'm excited. ”

“There aren't as many Chinese as Junsu's room. ”

Roots picked up a teapot and poured water. The scent of a dark car spread in the kitchen.

He picks up his car and goes out to the living room with a voice telling him to wait.

“Ta-da.”

Crescent opens the door with a strange sound of effect. It was an ordinary place compared to Junsu's workshop. Books and materials filled with bookshelves. A laptop on a wooden desk. It was a space for writing at a glance.

“Fair enough.”

“Normal is the best part. ”

“I think I can concentrate. ”

“This is where the debut of the talk was born. ”

Now I say it with my own mouth. He looked at the bookshelf, reacting roughly. The cannibalism data was organized on one side.

“Can I see this? ”

“Oh, look, look. ”

He took out a book. There were ways and reasons for cannibalism. I looked at the turn. Humans have many different reasons for eating them.

When I handed over the paper, I saw a picture. A half-naked man opens his mouth and holds dead meat in both hands. It has arms and legs. It's probably a person. Person who has already eaten and has not maintained intact form.

He looks at the two eyes that are as wide as his mouth, and soon covers the paper with the next chapter.

If I see him, I will bring him here.

It seemed to be a somewhat dangerous act.

Cannibals were recorded according to the history of men. The first is about carnivalism. Winning a tribal war throws a banquet of ingredients for the person you killed. For many tribes, cannibalism was a kind of religious ritual and a ritual. There was also a detailed explanation of the Khuru Disease.

I handed the paper over to the next part.

Cannibals were made among the wretched. I eat people to survive. Despite the lack of food during the war, cannibalism took place. This part is a little persuasive. It stimulates my understanding.Yeah, I could eat in a situation like this.

In the next section, unlike the reasons mentioned earlier, I had a simple motive. I just wanted to eat. Often seen in bizarre murders. Sexual hallucinations, symbols, mutilated bodies.

It's all against ethics.

He quickly handed over the bookshelf. I felt a little bad. After that, it was the story of a scholar. Cannibals insist that there is no such thing. Evidence of cannibalism was poor overall, and it was only human imagination. Hearing his argument did not make me feel better.

I thought.

Can a man eat his own kind to survive? If you say you're in that situation, and you have people in front of you.

The man in the picture had his mouth wide open.

I wonder if I can be like him.

“Cruel, isn't it?"

Roommates asked.

He covered the book.

“Yes, you've handled this very well. I admire you.”

“I was nauseous.”

He said lightly.

“Until recently, human capsules, placenta, were floating around. ”

He said it was all an act of faith.

“Eating it believing in the effects of rejuvenation and skin beauty. ”

Man can only eat people for that reason.

“You don't see people. That's why it's even worse. ”

Yes, I feel this bad because people are being treated as meat. His instincts were against him because he feared so. He put the book in the bookshelf.

“But the funny thing is, ”

And he opened his mouth.

“In my country, there are good people. ”

The atmosphere changes. The room brightens. Light was coming in through the window. Hyoja. It was a good guess.

“Oh, you can see that. ”

I remembered the story of the son who saved my mother by giving his thigh. Cannibals were consumed by the last chosen means of children who could not find food. It is a ship like a folklore.

“You learned that in school, right? ”

“Yes. I don't know when, but it's in my head. ”

“It feels so light again. ”

“I feel further away than lighter. ”

It just feels like an old story. The image of cannibalism that has passed from the past to the present becomes distant again. He didn't go after it. He told me that roots don't matter.

“Don't fall for it. I have to have dinner later. ”

“It wasn't that bad. ”

“I was spewing my energy rushing out to write. ”

War, cannibalism. People who don't believe it. After rolling the keywords into his head, he decided to postpone the dinner.

“I'm not sure yet. ”

“Have you been writing lately? It's been a while. ”

He asked with a surprised look. He said without saying a word.

“Yes. Two. ”

“Two? ”

“I use it alternately from school to home. ”

“Oh, my God. What a coincidence. You're breathing really fast. ”

The worker who thought for a moment made a curious face.

“But can I use it at school? ”

“I have a computer. ”

He showed me the USB in his pocket.

“I carry it here. ”

“The world is better. ”

“Of course. Much better than when I used to write my manuscript. ”

If I say I can use the length I'm thinking about with my hands, my wrist hurts just thinking about it. It was clearly an easy time to write.

Knock, knock.

You hear a knock.

“I'll get it. ”

He opened the door, which was closer to the door. Beyond that stood a warm head.

“You were also with the writer by chance. ”

He calls himself. It was a sentence that did not keep the word "Lord," nor the word "comfort." I was going to say it again, but he just replied.

“Yes.”

“Did you talk well? ”

Suddenly, a friend asked me. The hot head smiles tiredly and says:

“Yes. Thank you for stepping away. ”

“No problem. We've met for a long time, so there's a lot to talk about. ”

The three of them went out to the living room together. The speaker sat there. He immediately read the sadness on her face.

What's with that look on his face? Then a friend who was coming from behind asked him.

“Are you here to write this time? ”

He had no answer. I thought about it for a moment and opened my mouth.

“I'm going to stop writing. ”

I gazed at the bitter words. The speaker didn't say anything.

No one seemed to expect it.

“Why?”

“It's not for sale. ”

He replied briefly. Workers sigh a little in this familiar situation. He's seen a lot of this so far.

“Yes."

So I knew that no matter how much I tried to stop him, it would not work. It was impossible for someone to hold the pen forcefully.

Writing is writing for yourself.

End of Face (2)

lim Han-baek