Sputnik Liebe
I was in Insadong the other day watching a man doing calligraphy in the middle of the road. I noticed all of the foriegners in the area, tourist, and possible students, and possible teachers. All of them looked similar. They all had their camaras raised, snapping pictures of the man in the wooden shoes who painted jet black characters that streatched nearly a meter each. All of these white people watched over the heads of the Korean spectators. It was the largest group of foriegners that I'd seen in once place aside from Incheon Airport. I watched them as I watched the man paint his clean and expresive lines. I could tell that they were mostly seperate, spread out into diads and triads. I watched the foriegners and I thought, "I wonder if the locals associate them as being all together. I wonder if the locals associate me with them."