Great Novelist

“Rather, it's better to be moving. ”

He stopped packing his hands on the news from the butterflies. I straightened out the phone that I put roughly between my shoulders and my face. A cluttered family landscape caught my eye.

“If you don't mind, he wants to keep taking pictures of the house he's moving to. What do you want to do?”

He asked because he didn't understand how he thought he would get to the point where all the moves were made by adjusting the timeframe.

“Why are you looking for a messy house? ”

With a small laugh, the butterfly conveys your thoughts.

“I'm a team that likes everything the way it is. You can't photograph the afterlife of a move anyway, so you're choosing a dynamic atmosphere over an orderly static feeling. ”

“That's unusual.”

Obviously, when I looked at the magazines they produced, I would see broken desks and broken duvets. Expose the pencils or pens that writers support, drink or write. It was an opportunity to take a closer look at the writer's usual life.

“We know the main reason for visiting the writer's house. ”

Said I liked butterflies. But I am hesitant. This interview was important. It will be one of the data that will determine how to look at the writer of coincidence abroad. I had to care. May I show you the house you're moving into? That's what butterflies say.

I said it's better.

“Let's take this opportunity to root out those who suspect you. This is going to be very helpful. ”

She tells the same story to reassure herself. It doesn't matter if you're moving or homeless, as long as you respond to accidental coverage.

“It's a great place to get lost in the landscape. I interviewed him in the same room as the garbage. He wants to take a fresh picture. Rather, he apologizes for asking for a cover story while moving. ”

It's a dump. It's definitely not just a tidy, clean room. I remembered the coffee stain I saw in Coin's room. The writers reveal and they film. After a moment of deliberation, he made his decision.

“Okay, let's invite them. ”

Butterflies briefly explained how things would go on in a brighter voice than before.

“You just have to move on as planned. How are you getting ready to move? ”

He paused on the scenes of books and manuscripts occupying the floor.

“Moderately. ”

“You haven't lost weight? ”

“Not yet. ”

“You don't get sick during interviews, do you? ”

It seemed like a joke, but inside it was a small warning. I told him to take good care of it. He replied, "Yes." I hung up the phone and decided to take a short break given her advice. My wrist is starting to twist. I slowly turned my wrist and got up from my seat. Sunglasses on your desk

I picked up the s. I'm going for a walk.

It was after entering the park that he took off his blindfold hat and sunglasses. There was no one around. When I came here, no one was yelling coincidence at me. I felt some suspicious glances, but it didn't matter. Don't spit it out.

I couldn't catch myself. Thanks to you, I came easier than I thought.

As I entered the botanical garden, hot, damp air touched my face. The air is familiar. Inside, you see a long tree, not sure if it's a banana tree. Even further inward, an old door corrodes to damp air. His mouth covers the doorways and the walls.

Uh, inconspicuous. The handle you just found changes color, rusts, and burns your hands? I feel reluctant. But if you catch it, it's an ordinary handle with nothing on it.

“Here comes the writer. ”

As I went inside, the unexpected caller greeted me. A janitor. He explained history and usefulness when he first discovered this place. It was a poor place where no one came in without blocking it. He approaches where he sits. Hat like yourself.

I was writing. I can see the difference in the stature in my hands.

“It's been a long time. ”

“The hours are different. ”

It was rare for the caretaker to be in the break room at this time. Unlike yourself, most people drink a morning or a cup of tea here at the earliest hour after work.

“Do you know how surprised I was to see you on TV? ”

I just called myself a writer. The caretaker knew who he was.

“Would you like an autograph? ”

As he lowers his sunglasses, the caretaker smiles softly. He goes to the front of the vending machine and pulls out a cup of tea and sits across from the manager. On the shelf where there would have been more bunk, things for people occupied the place. And the keeper of the night will be on his back, looking as if he had seen it.

It's different.

“He's a writer. He looks different. ”

“Is that so?"

The paper cup was held in two hands. It's warm. The caretaker hangs the mouth of the cup with one hand. It was a little awkward, unlike usual.

“I have a question. ”

Is it awkward to be yourself as a coincidence?

“What is it?”

My mouth is sore, but I said it without teasing.

“Tell me.”

The manager bows his head as soon as permission is granted. You cover your mouth with one hand and spread your voice. His eyes were on him.

“You used to have this whole operation meeting here, right? ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

I couldn't stop the smile from bursting out. The manager, who interpreted his smile positively, said in an upbeat manner.

“I knew it. It's because of me that you didn't get caught. ”

This was an unthinkable question. He nods slowly. Yes. The manager managed to manage the secret of coincidence without even knowing it.

“I was at ease thanks to you. ”

“Somehow he said it was strange. There's nothing for the kid to play with, but he keeps coming here. Did you write here? ”

“Occasionally.”

The manager smiles satisfactorily, confirming that he helped in any way with the accidental work.

“Ever since I got here, I thought he wasn't just any guy. ”

He looked proud.

“You didn't think it was a coincidence? ”

“I didn't know that far. ”

The manager pours the hot tea into his mouth.

“You spoke well on the broadcast. Why didn't you listen to me? ”

“I should have had time to face you. ”

“You're only here when I'm not around, right? ”

“That can't be right. ”

“If I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have met you. ”

By the way, the caretaker grumbles playfully. The room was silent as he stopped speaking. I took the car to my mouth to make this silence inevitable. It was quiet. This place always was. I can't understand a plant's words.

“Don't you need it from now on? ”

The caretaker asked me to be jealous. There was still playfulness on his face. I looked him in the eye with no answer.

“It was a place to hide a coincidence. We don't need it anymore, do we? ”

“I don't think so.”

He lowered the paper cup. I smelled it.

“I'm here to drink tea. The flavor of this vending machine is unique. ”

“Machine-made cars are there. ”

“Everything tastes different to people. ”

This teapot is only available here. Of course, if the location is different and the situation is different, the taste will also be different. Even if the tea was brewed in the same way without a single tooth error, the taste from the tongue will definitely be different. A picnic lunch or wine with a fan

It's the same thing. It's better. There was only one cup of tea in the botanical garden.

“So I'll come often. ”

The caretaker repairs the hat. I didn't say don't come or come often. The first time he stepped foot in this room, the caretaker did not force him to do anything.

“Plus, I needed more space like this because I was exposed. ”

“Where did you get those sunglasses? ”

The caretaker swipes his sunglasses and rises from his seat.

“I got your book. ”

I don't know how much I can read, but I said I would open it first.

“Write a lot in the future, Writer. ”

“Yes.”

I answered without hesitation.

*

“This is a land of coincidence. ”

He came to Korea only to meet with a coincidental writer and saw South Korea looking under the plane. Everything I saw in heaven was there. However, if you put your foot directly into it, you can list the differences from one to ten.

The same reason why he went to meet writers in person. I can see it better from up close. It looks more detailed. Everything works out in a simple way. In his hand was a photograph of an Italian writer.

His company did not conduct interviews exclusively with the author. Politicians, human rights lawyers, and sometimes presidential candidates meet with various people. They were mostly successful people. How many of them are underage?

“I have no home. ”

It was the part that bothered me the most when I put in a request for him. Technically, we have a home. But it's not the writer's house. It's not a home run by a writer. It's an accidental parent's house. It is natural for most minors. But the authors of the world

It was unusual for them to visit the house. It's because no writer has ever succeeded this early. I had to wait for the writer as well as the parents' decision. Awkward, but not bad. If that's where the writer lives, you get as far as you want.

They're coming.

After waiting eagerly, the answer came as a surprise. I have news that I have my own space. First independence of a writer. It was nice to meet you. I could feel the young writer in transition trying to become an adult. I wanted to capture the scene intact.

I opened a magazine. His questions and the answers of Italian writers are written like scripts. Next to his question was the name of the interviewer. You are the interviewer.

“Go down and check the equipment. ”

“Yes.”

The photographer replied by the side. It was an excited voice.

“Take a good picture. ”

“Of course. How heartbreaking it was because the picture of the first face fluctuated. ”

The photographer sang a nostril.

“When a coincidental writer opens the door, press the shutter and start. ”

On the plane, there was an indication that it was about to descend. While reading the coincidence, I thought: What kind of answer would this author give? What kind of questions would I be in trouble with? Will I be angry? Will I be happy? I couldn't be sure of anything. I haven't met him in person. But now...

Things have changed. Coincidence in the world. I revealed myself.

“Finally. ”

I'm finally interviewing coincidences. Talk to coincidences. I see reality. I have a chance to find out how coincidentally she can write so well.

End of Author's House (3)

lim Han-baek