The above pic is not from Yeongsil Trail, but Donnaeko Trail, which is connected. The pic captures a hazy view of Seogwipo, the 2nd, other, southern city of Jeju. Donnaeko is, for roughly 6km a steep path, sheltered by dark umbrage most of the way—you suddenly come out of the trial & are met with this stunning vista. Just down this lush trail is a graveyard. A decent days hike, is to ascend Yeongsil, coming round the head of Halla (Baengnokdam, which you need to hike another trail to see into & thus see its dish). Yoon Yong doesn’t go to Baengnokdam, but she would know that it holds a lake, with access restricted to the public & not even a conceivable route down. She would be more than capable of making the dish analogy—it’s a well-known sight to all Koreans, even if they’ve never hiked the Seongpanak or Gwaneumsa Trails to Baengnokdam. (Below is a photo of Yeongsil, pretty much the opposite end of the featured image.)
Yeongsil hiking trail (1:12 p.m.)
…Baengnokdam is a dish left in the rain |
a cloud rummages through its feelings lent to the earth
: the hike up Yeongsil trail is worth the energy & time
for the perspective & view of Seogwipo city.
An 1hr & ½ to the shelter | people enjoying Baengnokdam’s facade
eating ramen | rice cake | drinking bottles of rice wine.
Alone | Yoon Yong eats melon & swigs a tin of beer.
She sits & watches society in miniature | in exile
from their usual selves & functioning better for the parallax
—they look so innocent | carefree animals.
After all we are still animals.
Sun frills in the rim of her can |
jetsam of shine—antumbra: rumour.
From Donnaeko trail on the way down | there’s
a graveyard | with Seogwipo city behind it then the sea |
the headstones like dominoes & the small mounds
that hold the dead like supine | pregnant women
—death provides everything | I want a good death
: everything we do is from our fear of death
—money for quality | health for longevity & words for immortality.
To waste time is a contemporary sin.
“It’s relative y’know | just think about that for a moment…
…Anything learned is stubbornly resistant to being
rehashed by outside interference | to a source
of information from another ego challenging
the value of what the other knows
: it was time spent become a debt to the biological clock
which must be repaid | exactly…”
—A barter for time is energy & energy is bartered time.
“Who said that?” I did.
For every question a library of answers.
Right & wrong are just the binary solutions—we’ve others.
No matter the rise of the machine | our mechanisms are not
1s & 0s nor do they fit on the sides of a coin…probably…