Great Novelist

That wasn't coming from the laptop. It's coming from farther away than that. Two employees came out of the bar. Two of them. One just came in. The eyes reflexively turn toward the void. There was only one person who had not yet entered the café.

“It won't open! ”

It won't open. That's why I left the cafe. An employee followed me from behind. As soon as I went out, I saw the bathroom located on the same floor. The door vibrates. It means someone's knocking inside.

“Hey!"

“Yes!”

I answered the call that flowed from within. The voice is turned upside down, not from desperation or fear, but from embarrassment. I felt a little bit of laughter.

“The door didn't open. ”

“Excuse me, sir. ”

One of the employees quickly came out with the key. The employee's face contained a weak sense of guilt. I realized for a moment that he was the one who locked the door. I saw a text on the bathroom door. The private bathroom of the café. Let's close the door.

“I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in there. ”

The employee explained the situation to the person coming out of the bathroom. The staff came out to clean and opened the bathroom door as a habit. to make sure it is closed properly. However, it opened, and the employee's head quickly judged the situation. I saw the key on the way out, so someone else used it and didn't close the door. I locked myself in the bathroom with the key. The staff didn't check inside, and the person who was using the bathroom thought it was just someone coming in and out.

“I'm so sorry. ”

The person who was locked up in the bathroom for a short time expressed his anger when he was embarrassed and the situation became clear. The employee apologized several times.

He watched the scene a few steps away. Your palms flutter. It's a signal. It's a sign that what you want is in your hands. I slowly returned to my seat. The people who were watching the situation in the shop were also struggling to figure out the situation when they heard the sound behind the door.

When I was told to take it out, I flinched. I thought it was a voice coming from the screen. In the hallway, the daytime voice and the rattled voice were exchanging elongated words. Even someone who was locked up for a little while becomes unpleasant after realizing it. Only when I get out of a confined space can I get angry. I blocked my ears with my earphones. The sound is distant. You play the video, and you hear your voice in the video. I saw myself saying the same words at the same time.

I close my eyes. I set the background. The Ferris wheel has turned: Viking, Train, Roller Coaster, Monorail, Bumper Car, Carousel, Carousel Cup, Bundle Jump. It's an amusement park, filled with colorful instruments.

A country of dreams and hopes. It was full of songs and screams. It was the sound of recurring rides falling from a high place and climbing from a low place. I kept moving.

“Take a picture. ”

They were lovers. He loved amusement parks, so he said he must visit amusement parks in every destination. They want to retain their present memories forever. I reached out and picked up the photo machine. The two of them stood side by side and posed. Two people enter the narrow angle. The cup was spinning in the back. I went back without rest.

You press the shutter. The sound echoes. Artificial birdsong flowed from the sound plant in and around the amusement park. There were no living birds. This space was strictly for people only. A stuffed animal walks between the photographer and the lover. It was a doll mask that resembled the face of an animal, but it was also a person.

“Take a picture. ”

The couple said, press the shutter again. The flash bursts. He raises questions in his mind that he wants to ask them. When you leave the amusement park, where will you go? Will you marry me? Are your parents opposed? How did you first meet? Are you sure about love? Why? What's the best part about each other? What do you hate the most? Do you have any acquaintances you don't want the other person to get along with? Have you ever had a fight? How did you make up? How much do you know about each other? Don't you feel anxious? Do you believe we can be together forever?

“Do you want me to take a picture? ”

“Take a picture. ”

The shutter rings again. At that moment, darkness came. I took my eyes off the camera, and something stuck to the lens. It's sky-blue. You're moving a antennae about as long as your body. The eyes and/or mouth of an unknown organ flashed. You press the shutter, and even after that, the worm doesn't fly away. He starts searching. I crawled over the camera to see what it looked like. Then I shoved my head through the crack. It was a hole in the film. Push yourself in. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. The shell is cracked. You hear a crumbling sound. But he didn't stop. Fragments of the torso fell. One leg was cut off. Eventually, he managed to get inside, leaving only a slight stutter. I stared at the couple for a while, but when I looked down, I didn't even have a stutter.

“There's a bug inside. ”

They were still happy. Posing with a smiley face. I took my eyes to the camera. I shined only the blue light. You shake the camera. It does not fall out. You blow the wind through the cracks. It doesn't come out. You hear a sneak into the depths. I looked up and saw the hairy legs between the two of them drawing a line.

“Aren't you coming out of there? ”

I don't want an answer. But the answer came back. It was the sound of rubbing its wings. The photographer trembles to see if the boat is shaking inside. I don't think he's coming.

“Suit yourself. ”

It cannot be forcibly removed. I accidentally walked with the camera in my hand. The lover didn't come after her. I saw the souvenir and went inside. When I opened the door, it was a rotating cup. Couples hug each other in front of him. The doll shaft has passed. Bug Cry on Camera

You hear Lee. You take a little walk. I saw the souvenir and went inside. When I opened the door, it was a rotating cup.

At that moment, I heard parade music from a distance. A train of princes, princesses, fairies and clowns slowly approaches as the bright light shines. I'm moving my legs to see if I can get to you. Someone puts their hands on my shoulders behind my back.

“Doll riding? ”

A doll that had never spoken was holding my shoulder. Individual or raccoon, the doll had three fingers. No fingernails, no teeth. This doll had no means of attacking humans. He was cute, too, but there was someone inside. Low Mount

The situation changes when you take it off. The doll's skirt points somewhere with its finger. The round, fluffy fingers were facing the zebra bench.

“Let's sit down?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, a clear voice replied. I sat still on the zebra according to the will of the doll. I stroked my big head slightly. It was soft and fragrant, and it wasn't something you wouldn't understand, encouraging and hugging people to take pictures in the first place. The opponent will not attack you

The belief that it will be formed quickly. I feel at ease with you. I wanted to be able to take her home. I wanted to be by my side forever. I asked the doll.

“How are you? ”

“Yes.”

There was a small gap between the face and torso of the doll. I didn't see anything in between.

“Don't you feel uncomfortable in a doll hat? ”

“Yes.”

“You can take it off if you're frustrated. ”

“I don't feel frustrated or want to undress. ”

The doll spoke in a relaxed voice. Eventually, I confessed my heart.

“I'm curious about your face. ”

You smile. You hear a sound beyond the doll's hood. The worm reacts to it and rubs its wings.

“I have the right to be forgotten. ”

I couldn't deny it. It's a decent tone, and I can no longer tighten it. He shrugged his shoulders and added to the sadness.

“You have the right to forget. ”

Nothing out of the ordinary. There was nothing wrong, nothing to fix. It was natural to forget the person who had been separated. No guilt, no responsibility.

“I've heard that forgetting is like throwing it away. ”

“Yeah, I don't have a tail either. I'm not sure if I've forgotten or lost it. ”

The doll stood up and confirmed it. There was absolutely nothing.

“Do people have tails? ”

Will I lose it if I forget it like a garment or a tail? I hope not.

“Wouldn't you say? ”

I got the answer I wanted. Doubt precedes joy. I felt like the other person was tailoring to me rather than really thinking that way.

“Why?”

“He's a person. People are special.”

“What's so special about it? ”

“I can't throw it away when there are so many people like it. ”

It was a cheerful tone.

“There are no human garbage bags. ”

Cute dolls say scary things.

“If by rubbish you mean what I think you mean, you mean prison, right? Can we just think of it as sort of a human waste dump? ”

“If it was a landfill, you'd have to collect it all, burn it, crush it, bury it in the ground, or sprinkle it on the sea. Or shoot them off the face of the Earth. No matter how you call it garbage, you end up treating people. People are people to the end. ”

You smile cynically. You can't see it, but you can feel it very easily.

“So I'm not just going to get thrown away by forgetting. ”

“I'm glad.”

Like the doll said, I was lucky to be human. I'm glad he's human. The silence settles. You touch the photo machine in your hand and ask.

“Shall we go see the parade? ”

“I don't want to.”

“You're rude.”

The worm cries. You hear a distinctive ripping sound coming from the insect. I picked up the camera in my hand and took it to my eyes. The worm goes deeper and no longer even sees its legs. There was a doll on a clean screen.

“Let's take one last picture. ”

The doll nods. I empowered my fingertips. Shutter sounds. I'm glad I forgot about him. I'm glad I love you. I finally thought of it that way.

“Keep writing. ”

He said beyond the camera.

“I'll be sure to read it. ”

The last time the world fell apart. The cup stopped spinning and the screaming stopped. The sound of the parade is getting further and further away. The doll walked forward with its back. When I turned my eyes away from him, I could only smell the rich beans. I looked up and there was an employee standing there with an unsolicited coffee and bread.

“I'm sorry about a moment ago. This is a service."

“Oh, yes. I didn't do much. ”

I left it on the table and the staff went inside the bar. I slowly looked inside the café. It was just you. Everyone was gone one day. I reached out and raised the cup. The warmth has spread. You tear the bread and put it in your mouth. It was delicious. I filled my stomach for a while. Maybe we're in a hurry.

The anxiety that I thought might be exciting is gone. I grabbed a hand that was covered in debris. Now is the time to write.

Bug on forehead (3) end

lim Han-baek