Great Novelist

He got off the bus and walked home. When I passed by the bakery, there was a pungent aroma. I didn't win the temptation, so I went in and bought a sandwich.

He did not rush. It was one of the things I learned through translation. I was able to react calmly to the feeling of frenzy while waiting for digestion. Thoughts don't fly away. Writing should be rational.

When I got home, I took a shower and changed my clothes. I took a sandwich and a cup of milk from my house and went into my room. I sat down. I turned on my computer and brought up the screen. I could only see the manuscript.

I looked at it quietly. This is where the end is visible. My hands tingle. It resembles death. in the sense that you can imagine beyond that. I reached out slowly. I picked up a note. It was a note with a great flow of God's language. I opened the last chapter. This is the end.

I want to write.

I remembered the memories of the day. He died without reading the end of the book. The book was his. I used to think vaguely. His writings are included in the remnants of the Soviet Union at the moment of death. I wish I could have met him in person.

I thought of her who carried out her brother's plan instead. Long and white hair that flows down when you bend your head. One acne, and I imagined my brother based on what he looked like. I didn't think of it well.

He wrote down with a pen. It was Po's line. Why do people die? I closed my eyes slowly. This is your destination. It was the destination for my trip It's a place where you can decipher a myth and meet a lot of people. It was a huge cave. A rough surface covered the sky.

It looks like a frog's nest from afar. There lived God.

The ceiling is so large that no matter how much you reach for it, it cannot reach the ceiling. You throw the boulder, but it's too high to reach the end. There is a hole. There are two holes in the human body. Nose holes, mouth holes, ear holes. The hole resembles the eyes, among other things. Light pours down the hole.

The four people who had seen the various countries and landscapes were inadvertently admirable.

The wet sand is stepped on every step. Four giant rocks. Seven medium sizes. Five little ones. It was located all over the cave.

I climbed to the highest level of bumpy ground. It is close to the high ceiling. He looked up at the sky. The moon was passing through a hole. It really looks like a human eye. Or God's Eye.

“Wow. That's a real place to live."

Multiple footsteps were heard with amazement. The sound stops as we get closer. You found yourself. You turn around, and there are four young men standing. They were frowning. The light is covering its appearance. They didn't see themselves.

“God?”

It was a familiar voice.

“It's a circle.”

He said small. He was surprised.

“Are you a god, too? ”

He did not answer. They glanced up without pity.

“There really was. ”

The four who mistook themselves for gods shivered lightly. And then he remembered the purpose. They begin to add to their reasons for coming here. First, Tuga opened her mouth.

“I'm an artist. The world's greatest ceramics artisan. I want you to evaluate my pottery. ”

He did not answer. Sri said.

“I killed a man. I spent a year in prison for that. Just a year.”

There was a deep crease in Sri's brow.

“I can't admit it. ”

That reminds me of her. He did not answer. Po asked.

“Why do people die? ”

It was a familiar question, and he had already answered it. The circle bites its lips without a word. He opened his mouth slowly.

“I don't know.”

It was silent.

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

“I don't know. ”

They were embarrassed. He smiled secretly.

“What doesn't God know? ”

The circle asks, a voice that is a mixture of panic and vain. I was still unable to accept the situation. Ambiguous.

“Wouldn't there be? God is alive, too. This is where God lives. ”

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“The lifespan of God is 300 years. ”

“What?"

“God dies. You know? Nothing lasts forever. ”

“What the hell is that? ”

“Well, I'm not a god, so I don't know. ”

They swallowed dry saliva. The only emotion that remained was vigilance. They were getting closer to where they needed to be.

“Identify yourself. Show your face."

“I don't want to.”

The circle frowns as if racing right away, but it doesn't move. When we first met, he would have grabbed the back of his neck.

“You've changed, too. ”

He grew up.

“Do you know me? ”

“Isn't that strange? God has a language, too. It's so easy to talk. The people you met were using their own language. ”

“But God, of course. ”

“Unfortunately, God speaks only his own language. ”

“· · · · · · · What the hell is a god? ”

He observed their faces. When they realized God wasn't the god they wanted. I'm confused. I'm confused. I was vigilant and suspicious. But I did not despair.

“If you see a real god, ask him. Bird's fine.”

“Bud? Does Bud know? No, why would he come out here? ”

“He's a god, too. ”

The circle's eyes shake. I started to get angry at the unknown sound. It was resembling the snow I had encountered at sea.

“Do you know anything about his past? ”

The circle was silent.

“Do you know where he came from and how long he's lived? ”

“I don't know.”

“God was with you. ”

His face distorted.

“Ironic, isn't it?"

It was right next to me and I didn't notice. I've come a long way. He left God to meet him.

“Are you saying that all the work I've done has been for nothing? ”

“Just looking at the results. You failed to get answers. Besides, I was eating the same meal under the same roof, and I didn't know. ”

A loud voice echoes from his neck. As he opened his mouth and tried to refute, he stepped forward. They no longer frown.

“You hated humans. Because you're lying and arrogant and judgmental. Because I do whatever it takes to be selfish and to accumulate power and wealth. Murder, rape, war. They commit many sins, discriminate and compare. ”

I look at the circle. It has changed a lot, but inside it there is still an atlantic figure.

“You wanted to get away from them. So I came to see God. ”

So he went on a trip. I've found God. I've only traveled a long way to reach him. But he hesitates. He doesn't tell God what he wants. He's changed, so it's too much to say he's wasted. The circle listens to him and bites its lip.

“Then who do we need to find the answer to? ”

“I don't know.”

He smiles, and raises his hand to point at him.

“But won't you meet the answer one day? Nothing lasts forever. ”

At that moment, the cave shook violently. Fragments are falling. Looking up, the two holes were expanding. There was no man's eyes, no God's eyes.

“I'll be going now. ”

“Wait.”

The circle ran to get him. I blocked the debris from falling in between. He was angry, feeling empty, but there was a place to go back. He will live even if his wish is not fulfilled. Now that you've confirmed it, there's nothing to see.

“Stay healthy. ”

“You saw him at sea, didn't you? ”

In the crumbling space, my eyes met.

“How did you know? ”

“That's the text I learned at the time. You're the only one who wrote this text. ”

“No. I met her in the sand. Bird, too.”

The language of God contained the skeleton. The circle's body shifted greatly. Quickly balance. He advised him.

“I remember it well. It'll help you talk to God. ”

You see the sea beyond the crumbling walls. To him, water was a means to cross. It was a means to see a wider land. So I let him go, and he asked me one last time.

“Did you have a good trip? ”

Fragments fall down again between Australia and the circle. He laughs between obstructed visions.

“Moderately.”

He opened his eyes. On the computer, light was pouring out. It was not as bright as the light that was pouring through the hole. On the screen, it was still written, but the manuscript was floated. He took the cup containing milk and drank water. Milk tasted weak in bottled water.

You return to your room and check the time with your phone. Five minutes have passed. There is a letter.

“I don't know the number. ”

I checked the contents, and there was an address on it. It was an Internet fiction site where anyone could freely write novels. Address from an unknown number. He looked at the address for a moment and put his hands on the keyboard. Enter the site and enter her name in the search box.

I wrote it down.

I came up with an article. Now, the number of views and favorites was no more than 10. In the introduction to the work, there was a brief sentence. The story of an immortal novelist and a girl with leukemia. He read her. Poor but honest writing is thick

I had feelings.

“I wonder what's next. ”

He made his first comment there. Take a good look.

*

“Editor.”

Nam-Kyung saw a large number of editors and editors who remained in the company only a short time after work. Everyone was busy working.

“Huh?"

“Final manuscript posted. I checked all the typos. ”

The editor listened to Nam-Kyung and went into the public file. It was the manuscript of a new writer. After completing the check, the editor simply stretched and picked up a book on his desk. This is also a book by a new translator. Coincidence.

“This is amazing. ”

The editor-in-chief understands the mumbling sufficiently. I was very excited when I first read his manuscript. And the excitement was proving to me that it wasn't his own, despite the other books in Kelly's Coin collection.

“Kelly's book of coins is on the rise. ”

“That's what I expected. ”

It's a combination of Kelly Coin and coincidence. Everyone who is interested in literature will be cheerful. The editor who was smiling in repentance asked Nam-Kyung.

“The language of God is also in the news. It's gonna be forever, isn't it? ”

“He's an emerging writer. Incidentally or forever. ”

It's not just that. When a writer presents his work with quick breaths, many of them are staring at it. But coincidences are different. All the works of coincidence were being sold in praise. Books with coincidental names are sold. This perception

It spread to these people.

“Translated in two full-length books, one copy. And writing forever. ”

“I heard the school writes quite well. ”

“At school?"

“Yes. Doorman. ”

“A coincidence? ”

“Because I hid my face. It's not a coincidence. It's a normal high school student. ”

“Wow, you're living a great life. ”

The editor gave me a subtle look. Nam-Kyung realized the meaning in his gaze and shook his head.

“He has no intention of announcing. ”

“Oops.”

The editor-in-chief kicked his tongue. On the screen he was watching, dramatic compliments on the translation of coincidences were coming up in real time.

Nothing lasts forever (4) The End

lim Han-baek