Dong-Daegu station

I'm sitting in Dong-Daegu station, waiting for the train to Seoul. I see a dumpy white guy in shorts and a polo shirt with a sweater tied over his shoulders. I look around to see if I'm at a country club, or in the Hamptons. But I'm not, I'm in Dong-Daegu station.

An old lady in a cap and a long purple jacket walks past me from behind, and stops. I sense that she is staring at me. I look up and see that  she is. I look back down. People will stare. Especially simple people. After several moments- not a minute, but more than a single moment- she hasn't moved. I look up again and see that she is still staring at me. This is odd, even for a simple person. Finally she turns and walks off. The word 'Hoodwinker' is embroidered on the back of her cap. I wonder if she is a hoodwinker.

The guy beside me is watching me write. Actually, my bag is beside me, he is beside the bag, but is leaning over it and watching me write. He has a protruding lower lip and dim eyes. On second glance, he might not actually be watching me; he might just be a leany sort of fellow.

A girl walks by, all legs, in a long jacket and short shorts. It beckons the summer.

I go to get a coffee. I line up behind a fellow in a suit with a shiny face. It's shiny like it's made out of plastic. But I doubt that it really is. It is eerily life-like.

On my way back to my seat, I see another white guy. His hair is similar to mine, only he doesn't keep his hairline so sharp. I doubt that he uses any cosmetics what-so-ever on his hairline. He is unremarkable, while I am striking. I think there is more to it than the hairline. He is with his girlfriend. She is also unremarkable.

Another girl walks past beckoning summer. She seems to be wearing shiny black shin pads. They turn out to be boots.

I'm standing on the platform. A child of about 7 or 8 walks onto the platform with his mom. He has a really cool hat on. I am stuck with how cool it is, and stare at him simply. His mom must have seen me staring, because he suddenly turns around and says "Hi." I wave back. Then I say to him, "Cool hat." He smiles, and turns back to tell his mom that he has a cool hat.

I board the train. I have the window, and an older lady is sitting in the aisle seat. " Sorry," I say, hefting my bag up onto the overhead shelf, and then gesturing at the window seat beside her, "I'm there."

She raises her table so that I can get past. I slide past facing her. My junk is towards her. I don't do this purposely, I just happened to be facing her. But it actually works well: you can bend away from her. If you were the other way round, your rear would be in her face, and there is no bending you can do that will keep it away from her face. But I still feel creepy. "Sorry, was that creepy?" I ask after I've sat. "That's alright, dear. It's just the way bodies bend."