Great Novelist

“You can stay who you are. ”

He told him.

“You're a special agrippa who submerges himself in the sea. ”

He didn't say anything. But he could feel it. He wants to prove it. He wants proof that he has something that doesn't change.

He looked around. Sea and sand, sky and seagulls. Endless horizon.

I was able to make it easy.

“Call the others. ”

He didn't understand that. He spoke kindly to him again.

“The other statue that you're confused about. ”

“· · · · · · Why? When they come here, I will lose myself again. ”

“Don't worry. ”

He laughed.

“I'll find you. ”

“Me?"

“I can do it. ”

“We look exactly the same. Really, there's no such thing as personality. ”

He shrugs as if to say something like that.

“Nothing's impossible here. ”

The waves hit. The waves were massive. You attack Lord and Agrippa and retreat. He did not get wet.

Agrippa did, too. No, Agrippa did.

Lots of Agrippa, who had sandy beaches, were looking at Australia. Tons of snow.Tons of noses. The ivory-colored gypsum was each rolling in the sand. All eyes are on him.

They didn't say. I don't watch or listen You stare only at the front and don't move.

He slowly walked between the statues.

“Excuse me.”

I talked to him.

He didn't answer.

“Hello."

I spoke to him again.

I also did not answer. He now passes past the dry Agri waves, looking for traces of unseen waves pushed away. The sand occupied the place where the water would be. The stone statue occupies a place where sand can be found.

He followed the water and walked into the sea.

Neither is this.

That's not it either.

Neither is he.

Neither was he.

He walked further in. Many statues have passed by.

They all look the same.

I listened to both at the same time. The skin was soft and cold. Same weight. Same size, same scratches. He was confusing.

Even Humans look like animals. Do they think they're indistinguishable like sand on a beach?

No, it's not.

The dog recognizes its owner. A stone found in the valley is special. They may look the same to others, but they are all different. If you have memories and are passionate, it depends on how you look.

Proof that you can find yourself among many of these statues.

“Found it.”

He declared in front of the waves.

There was the last Agrippa. It was the only Agrippa I could find after all those statues.

He didn't answer. I just flinched the crowd a little.

You hear the waves.

“How did you find it? ”

He asked why.

He replied.

“My nose fluttered. ”

Underneath his nose is a vivid picture of his nose hair. It was guarding its place without being washed away by the sea water.

For a moment, he laughs out loud.

“Hahaha.”

The laughter is fabulous. The laughter echoes everywhere. The nose hairs on the person vibrate whenever he smiles.

Fighting.

Something fell to the floor. It was something as thin as powder. It's time.

“I think it's time to go. ”

“I see.”

Fighting.

His face becomes sand and falls to the ground. It was mixed with the sand that filled the beach and became one.

“You can find me. ”

“Yes.”

Even if he becomes sand, he can find him. He answered his question with confidence.

“That's okay, then. It doesn't matter if it becomes sand like this. ”

His clear eyes pour down. My jaw and my forehead fell off. He reached out to him. Soft sand grazes the back of the hand and points down.

Whether it's the sand or the hot sun shining on him, he looks a little old.

He opens his mouth.

However, the horse failed to maintain its form and crashed to the ground.

“I know.”

He replied.

“She won't change. ”

He's gone. There was barely any neck or shoulders left.

“I enjoyed it.”

He laughs and disappears. The waves swept away the sand that was left in your hand. Suddenly, the water was filling up to the neck. When I watch from afar. Water is fickle.

He looked at the sand in the water. Someone steps on the sand.

You see a silhouette with a slightly crooked back. I wanted to take a closer look. However, the waves swept my body further and further away.

Who?

She was wearing pants. I saw white hair under the hat. She stops walking and bends over to pick something up. It looked like a stroke.

I was old I wonder if she's changed. Or has it changed?

She flexes to the waist and leaves. He wanted to catch her. I tried to scream, but there were no words. The water came into my mouth.

Agripada.

He became Agrippa.

Everyone has to be sand to get out of here.

I felt my body splitting under the water. Every time the waves hit, they were dragged down. Sink. Mix and become one.

I see the sky. The sky is blue. It's the sky I've always been looking at.

I was relieved. I was still myself.

The last seagull to wander the sky looking for something, he closed his eyes.

“Whew.”

He opened his eyes and sighed a little. I raised the visible cup to correct my dazed mind.

It was cold.

“Hello."

He said hello.

As the teacher and teacher of the school library, he raised his head. He was sitting in the school library, staring down, reading a book.

The library smelled different from the hallway of the school. I just left one door between us, and the air is so different here. He was amazed at my heart. There was a faint smell of books and dust.

He looks at his face and soon bows his head and greets him.

In the library, books organized by classification are placed on the shelf. Between the stretched bookshelves, there was a small box of books you wanted to add to the library. There were not many notes in the translucent box.

For a moment, he took the paper and pen next to the box and wrote the name of the book. It was a book by the writer Bonjoong. It has a variety of books, but Mania was not written by a Bonjour author who has only a handful of readers.

I folded the paper in half and put it in a box, and he remembered the purpose for coming here.

I'm here to pick out a book.

He wanted to know about the sand.

The sand was not sand from the beginning. He must have flowed from somewhere, just as he was not a coincidence from the beginning.

He was a granite somewhere on a high mountain. The stone is broken by external shocks, or by internal chaos. The debris is massive. Slowly descends as large as possible. As time passes along the river, the massive debris grows smaller. Bump, wear, bruise.

Reduces the body of.

He keeps shrinking without getting bigger. Like a grain of sand.

He wanted to know in more detail where the many grains came from.

He found a bookshelf full of books about geography and science. It was quick to find.

What science is. Science is easy to know. Science history at a glance. How did the ancient people know the Earth was round? How triangles work. Mathematics in one book. Wonderful physics. The reason why the water is salty. There's nothing science can't explain. How to make mummies. And mushrooms.

Name. Why the dinosaurs are extinct. The weather at the North Pole.

Etc.

There were various books. He looked from the very top.

Sand, sand.

It will be in a geographic book.

I didn't see the book until I looked up and down. Eventually, he sat back and examined the books at the bottom.

“There is.”

Formation of sand.

A book that no one would lend to a dusty person. It seemed quite professional.

This should be enough.If it's not enough, you can go somewhere else.

He thought lightly and raised it. When I picked the book and came out, there was another person sitting where Mr. Moon was sitting. I was a student.

She was reading a book. I wear a uniform and read the book in the same posture as Teacher Han Moon.

“I'll borrow this. ”

He said while being popular. She looks up just like Teacher Han Moon, checking in on him.

And say briefly.

“Student ID.”

“Here.”

He gave her a student ID. She is familiar with the machine in the library. I took a barcode and entered something.

In the meantime, he examined the book she was reading. A book situated on the edge of a tooth the length of which passes through the knee easily reveals its title. It's because she kept the page she was reading.

I saw a gray background and a lonely bird.

“Here.”

“Thank you.”

He accepted the book and told her. She nods small. The library is quiet. It's just her and herself. If you leave this door, the children will be chatting in the hallway.

He asked her before he left the door.

“You having fun?”

Just holding up the book, she turns her head and looks back at him. In a word, she understood Lord's question well enough.

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Quite a lot. ”

He was a slow learner. The conversation didn't seem pleasant, so he turned away without asking.

“If you haven't read it, read it. ”

Then I heard her voice. She looked at the book.

“Why?”

“It's worth it. ”

He didn't say anything. She was a horse.

“Coincidences are like sand. ”

“Sand.”

It was the first I heard of it. I looked at the dusty book in my hand and asked.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“It's the same thing coming into your mouth without permission. ”

“Do accidental books go into your mouth without your permission? ”

“Metaphorically speaking.”

She sweeps the book with her bare hands once.

“Fine sand travels in the wind. You can't catch it if you want to, and you can't stop if you want to. I'd hate to see you slip through my fingers if I could. ”

“So do you like it? ”

“Yes, or I won't read it. I don't recommend it to people I don't know. ”

Thank you for that.

It was not the first time I saw her. The last time I saw all the doorman come together to pick out a book.

“So you're a librarian? You saw it, right?”

“Yes, you're the doorman. ”

She was remembering herself. I was reading like that. As he recalled that moment, she began to read again. He left the library unobstructed.

“The sand comes in without permission. ”

What she said remains. The sand would have entered her, who had traveled without a word alone. They don't cover people in sand.

Heaven for sky, sea for sea (2) end

lim Han-baek