Go on a journey... > Bonds Gallery

It's like a large auditorium.
It looks like a cathedral.

It's a cathedral with a tall main hall.
Pews are lined up on both sides.
A dozen rows are lined up on both sides. The middle is an aisle.
There's a large space in front, but it's dark, so I can't see anything.

I'm busy.
I have to go somewhere.
So I try to exit to the left side of the cathedral.

This is where the stairs lead down, and there are stalls with partitions between them.
It's busy.
It's a restaurant selling pork belly.
I try to exit through the restaurant's entrance,
but I turn around and enter the cathedral.

The proprietress of the stall offers me some pork belly to eat.
I decline and quickly turn around and leave.

Still, I thought the right way out was through the cathedral door.
I take off my clothes and leave the bench at the very back of the cathedral.

People start to sit on the benches in the cathedral. The students begin to take their seats.

But I have a mission to get going quickly.
So I quickly change my clothes.
Looking at the clothes I've laid out on the bench, I think I'm wearing five or six layers of clothing.
That's why I'm a little sweaty.

I try to put on something else, but since I don't have time,
my eyes fall on the clothes I've taken off.
I pick up a light blue t-shirt and a thin layer of clothing again.
And I just wear that. It seems like it'll be fine for the road.
Actually, I chose the light blue outfit because I like it.

An old woman next to me
offers me a piece of well-cooked pork belly.

"Eat this."
I take a bite, thinking I'll feel bad if I refuse.

"Yeah, I can go with someone.
"If I'm driving, I can load that in the car."

As I step out the door, I hear someone talking behind me. I quickly rush out the door.

An SUV and another man follow behind me.

It's a road. A deep ditch stretches to the right.
It's a dirt road, but solid.
A long road stretches ahead. Trees line both sides of the road.
To my left is an upper road.
That road meets the road I'm on.

A squat truck descends down the road, kicking up dust.
I walk slowly. But... This truck has "Baekje Neurology and Telecommunications" written in large letters.
Oh, maybe the hospital bought the truck and is running a separate business.
This truck is a tanker truck.
But it's long. Too long.
It has many wheels.

I wait a moment for the truck to pass. Dust rises.
The truck must have crossed over from going too fast. It loses control and rolls sideways. It's as long as two train cars connected together.
Thankfully, the long truck gets caught in a tree beside the road and doesn't roll into the ditch below.
I'm watching the situation unfold...

I hear a honking sound from over there.
A similar long truck comes down.
I'm getting close enough that I feel like I might crash into it, so I quickly turn back the way I came and run.

The long truck following behind has what looks like a driver's seat attached to the back.
It's connected to the front by many cables.
Thankfully, it doesn't roll sideways, and it safely enters my path and continues forward.

Now that I think about it, on the upper left, toward the road, a small construction truck with two wheels mounted vertically is doing something.
The wheels are mounted vertically like a snowman.
It looks like it's using two large brooms to clean up.

As the dust settled, I saw someone drilling a hole in the ground where the upper road and the road ahead of me intersect, trying to erect something.
A man... had drilled a hole in the ground, inserted a pole, and was trying to erect something... A landmark? A flowerpot decoration?

Suddenly, it occurred to me that this man had deliberately caused this long truck to tip over.
Why?