First was to check out the CGV Art Hall theater, which is sort of what Koreans think an Artist hall would be like if all artists lived in burned-out factories and had a life narrated by Bansky, Legos, and Star Wars. It was amusing to watch the Korean girls walk around in their factory-designed overalls for no readily apparently reason except that it was artistically fashionable.
I found myself muttering “Oh Korea” as that seemed to be the sentiment I was experiencing as I traipsed through my long-lost homeland. Oh Korea, if you were a child we would smile and nod; if you were a pet we should shake our heads and pet you; if you were an elder we might politely agree, but you are who you are Korea, and we don’t know what to do with you. We can’t properly hold you and coddle you, so we whisper “Oh, Korea” while shaking our head in dismay and amusement that you still manage to get away with it all. Well, Korea, at least you are cute.