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Ikseon-dong, Jongno.
It's been a long ti since I've been here.
Back when I used to earn my living by painting portraits every day, the pretty streets that seed like unreachable stars now catch my eye anew.
The ceiling painting of the theater is in its final stages.
After completing the painting, the finishing work involves filling in very small gaps with paint. The thick outer lines are already done, so there's nothing more for to oversee.
Heeding Youngju's advice to go out and get so fresh air, I stepped out of the hotel and instinctively headed towards Jongno. As much as I love walking, trekking from Hannam-dong to Jongno is too much. I'm not a scholar from the Joseon era on my way to take an exam, and there's no way I, a modern person, would walk for hours.
I was about to take a taxi, but my old habit of saving made choose the bus instead. I got off near Nakwon Arcade.
I glanced in the direction of the art museum, but decided to first take a tour around Ikseon-dong before heading there. I made my way to a cafe I could never afford to visit back in my portrait-painting days. It's a place where, on weekends, a long line wraps around the entire cafe.
I've never been inside, but from watching it for a long ti, I know that on weekdays, you can enter without much wait.
The pretty entrance of the cafe.
I've passed by it hundreds of tis, but entering now feels awkward. My pockets are full, but my mind still seems stuck in the past, feeling like I don't belong here.
I entered the cafe hesitantly, almost stumbling.
It's a busy place, so the staff doesn't greet the custors. I prefer it that way. I wish nobody would pay any attention to . Approaching the counter, the employee, who seed to have sold their ability to greet, asked directly.
How many are you?
Just .
Yes, please take a seat at a 2-person table, not the 4-person ones.
I looked around the cafe.
Why make such a fuss when there are no other custors? All the good spots are 4-person tables.
I'll move if other custors co.
I'm sorry, but we don't allow seat changes here.
Ahh, I see.
Please take a seat over there.
The place the staff pointed to.
A small table near the corridor leading to the restroom. It's a spot where both front and back views are completely blocked. With no other choice, I ordered a coffee and headed to the spot I was directed to.
These days, few cafes bring the beverage to your table like before. In this corner seat, I have to fetch my own coffee, which costs 9,000 won. Its ironic that a single cup of coffee is more expensive than a 8,000 won pork cutlet at a kimbap restaurant.
After waiting for a while, the bell rang, and I, carrying my coffee, sat in this cramped spot and let out a sardonic laugh.
Is this what you really wanted, Jeong-hoon? To co all this way for this? It's pathetic.
And it wasn't just an empty sentint.
This cafe, frequented by students younger than .
I had always resisted the urge to co here every ti I passed by because the price of a single coffee was more than two als for .
I had promised myself that one day, when I made enough money, I would definitely co here.
To think the illusions I envied were this empty.
Thats when a couple approached the seat next to mine. The man, holding his coffee, grumbled.
Ah, this isnt a good spot. Should we just leave?
The woman shook her head.
Weve already ordered. Lets just sit.
The man reluctantly took the seat behind , while the woman didnt sit down. Instead, she took out a hand mirror, checked her face, then walked around the cafe taking photos with her phone.
In reality, sitting in a corner like this, you can't enjoy the view or the interior, but in her photos, it would probably look like she's in the best spot, enjoying the most expensive nu, luxuriating in leisure while others are working.
Watching them, I felt a sense of self-disgust among those whose life goals revolved around boasting to others, showing they are superior. Staring blankly at the coffee in front of , I threw away the straw and gulped down the coffee in one go, then stood up to leave.
Staying here made feel like I was becoming one of them.
Of course, this isnt to condemn everyone who cos to a beautiful cafe with good people to have a pleasant ti. What I detested was the act of dressing up a squalid reality for a photo, to boast about it.
Needing a break from a squalid reality? For so animals, that squalor might be their entire world.
That's what I thought.
Others might have called the basent room I lived in a dump, but for , it was my only sweet ho where I could stretch out and rest comfortably.
I'm not ashad of it.
Not in the past, not now.
What does it matter if I live in a dump, as long as I'm happy?
Rather than repeating hopeless escapism, it's better to live in a hopeful squalor.
I wandered around Ikseon-dong, tasting things I had longed for when my pockets were empty.
A cream bread for 6,000 won.
Sure, it was filled with black sesa cream and was really delicious. But 6,000 won for it?
A simple Korean-style doughnut sold in a traditional Korean house.
I had always wanted to try their dried persimmon doughnut.
It was as good as I had hoped. Really good.
But a baby fist-sized doughnut for 4,000 won.
It's gone in just one bite.
I went into a place to try brunch for the first ti: fried eggs, bacon, pastrami sandwich, all for 16,500 won. I just stood up and left.
I can't tell if I'm too cautious or these things are abnormally expensive, but I just can't bring myself to buy them. Seriously, a sandwich more expensive than pork belly? Are they sane?
Maybe soday, if I'm in love and want to treat my beloved, but not alone. Not worth the money. Instead of swearing off such places, I'll save it for later.
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