Interlude: Succeeding You, Father (2)

My hometown before the trip.

In the Republic of Korea, there was an endemic disease.

A terrible disease that infected people without their realizing it, resisted even medicine until they themselves recognized the infection, and did nothing but spread to those around them or exert a negative influence.

The name of that dreadful disease, which sought the cause and effect behind every incident and accident in the world solely in politics, was political disease.

Politics was supposed to help citizens lead humane lives and put society in order.

Even when Poppy next door ate its food well, people would say, ‘Hmm…… The timing is rather questionable…….’

And if Poppy next door happened to get pregnant, they would say, ‘Hmm…… Misi is mating…….’

I, too, had once contracted severe political disease; whenever something displeased me while strolling through the Canyon, I would take my hands off the keyboard and launch a nonviolent civil disobedience campaign.

Was this my karma from back then?

- Hmm……. A novel containing a rebellion…… at a time like this...