Climbing a hill with kings, floating on a balloon, two plump crabs > Bonds Gallery

It is a cement road.

It is a gentle uphill slope leading towards the mountain.

Many people walk up here.

I have squeezed in among them and am walking up as well.

The cement ground is clean. It is not a marble floor, but

it is perfect for walking up. It seems there are forests or rice fields on both sides.

President Trump is walking up behind me.

In front of him, European kings are walking up.

The King of England quickly pulls something out of my back jeans pocket as if playing a prank.

I look back, slightly flustered.

- Ah, I remembered the tissue I put in earlier. The tissue falls to the ground.

The king is holding a silver coin that gleams. Ah, right, I had a coin too...

It is not a large sum. It is an old, common Korean coin.

"You may have it if you wish," I say fluently in English.

It is the top of the uphill slope.

There is flat land ahead.

There is a rice paddy in front. In the waterlogged paddy, rice sprouts are just beginning to emerge.

They are not planted in a uniform pattern like in a rice transplant.

The sprouts just come up in the middle of the small paddy, growing like grass.

I intend to show off my skills on the paddy embankment.

I put a balloon the size of a human head into a plastic bag.

I put my hands into the two handle holes of the black bag and hang from it.

And a gentle breeze blows from the bottom of the mountain.

I am floating slightly above the paddy embankment. It seems to be about 30 centimeters.

I am floating. It seems I intend to show this ability to the kings of various nations who will come after me.

My younger brother is observing me from the side.

But I think to myself:

- It is not that I am not falling because the wind keeps blowing.

- I am not falling because I am manipulating the surrounding air with telekinesis.

That is right. The blowing wind and the balloon are merely the facade... I am floating by controlling space with my own will. And only very slightly...

Ah. Waking up from a dream, to think that I, weighing 70 kilograms, am hanging and floating on a single balloon...

That is surprising, too.

..

My wife bought two blue crabs.

They are two plump ones.

- This is how you cook blue crabs.

My wife says as she puts the crabs into a pot on the gas stove.

I was thinking of eating the two crabs, which were divided in half.

But to think she bought plump crabs that fill the pot completely...

I think they would taste good if I put them in the soybean paste stew I made.

It feels like it will taste like refreshing soybean paste soup.