Neither the perfume of orchid nor of musk, but of Something wholly new and not experienced before. It seemed to Dissipate the soul of passion and uncleanliness. Song-jin decided to follow the course of the stream until he should find the wonderful flowers. He found, instead of flowers, eight fairy maidens seated on a stone bridge. -Kim Man-Choong’s Kuunmong (The Cloud Dream of the Nine)- Cheon Song Yi’s simple interpretation of the ancient novel is simply correct. Why did a magistrate marry eight maidens? As in EIGHT! Besides, the name of the author is simply amusing, Kim Man-Choong. If there’s such an author’s name, then what would mine? If he’s Kim Man-Choong, then am I Kim Pesek?! (Indonesian should know what I mean) And that perfume stuffs, orchid and musk, are also amusing. In the past, musk was considered as the most pleasant fragrance on earth. It was cherished as luxurious imperial commodity. But why did I not like it the moment I try a bottle of musk-scented perfume? Bingo! It was false extract. Nothing original freely traded at my small town’s market. In the end, it reminds me of who am I. Not in the ancient, nor in modern life. Wealth rules everything. Nothing original nor vintage item can I get without enough money. I am literate, that’s why I know every precious items and wonders in the world, but the more I know the more desperate I longing for them. Will I, somehow, once in this less-then-a-hundred-year lifetime be able to get them? The beauties, the wonders of the world?
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 07:25:05 +0000
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