I stepped into the woods, but it seemed like I was circling around the same spot. Great beads of sweat stood on my forehead. It was a labyrinth. I was lost in the middle of a trail on a mountain. The idea of having no escape weighed down on my steps and narrowed my vision. Confusion arose, and the sense of certainty disappeared. The flow of time swept me up in a chaotic swirl, and my logic of geographic space was dismantled. My consciousness started drifting away as the sensorial lights of reality dimmed. All of my surroundings became surreal, and I found myself in a world to which I had never belonged.
"μ°λ¦¬λ€μ΄ μ΄κ³ μλ μ΄ μΈκ³μλ μΈμ λ μ΄μν΄μ λ λ€λ₯Έ μΈκ³κ° μμ§. λ μ΄λ μ λκΉμ§λ κ±°κΈ°μ λ°μ λ€μ¬λμ μ μμ΄. μ£ΌμνκΈ°λ§ νλ©΄ κ±°κΈ°μμ 무μ¬ν λμμ¬ μλ μκ³ . νμ§λ§ μ΄λ μ§μ μ λμ΄λ²λ¦¬λ©΄ λ λ² λ€μ κ±°κΈ°μμ λΉ μ Έλμ¬ μ μκ² λ. λμμ€λ κΈΈμ μ μ μκ² λκ±°λ . λ―ΈκΆμ΄μ§. λ―ΈκΆμ΄λ μλ μ΄λμ μ겨λ λ§μΈμ§ μμ?"
λλ κ³ κ°λ₯Ό νλ λ€.
"λ―ΈκΆμ΄λΌλ κ°λ
μ μ΅μ΄λ‘ λ§λ€μ΄λΈ κ²μ, μ§κΈ μλ €μ Έ μκΈ°λ‘λ κ³ λ λ©μν¬νλ―Έμμ μ¬λλ€μ΄μΌ. κ·Έλ€μ λλ¬Όμ μ°½μλ₯Ό-λλ‘λ μΈκ°μ μ°½μλ₯Ό-κΊΌλ΄μ κ·Έ ννλ‘ μ΄λͺ
μ μ μ³€μ§. κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ κ·Έ 볡μ‘ν ννλ₯Ό μ°¬μνμ΄. κ·Έλ¬λκΉ λ―ΈκΆμ κΈ°λ³Έ ννλ μ°½μμΌ. μ¦ λ―ΈκΆμ μ리λ λ€ μμ μ λ΄λΆμ μλ€λ κ±°μ§. κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ κ·Έκ±΄ λ€ λ°κΉ₯μͺ½μ μλ λ―ΈκΆμ μ±κ²©κ³Όλ μλ‘ ν΅νκ³ μμ΄."
"λ©νν¬?" νκ³ λλ λ§νλ€.
"κ·Έλ μ§. μνΈ λ©νν¬. λ€ μΈλΆμ μλ κ²μ λ€ λ΄λΆμ μλ κ²μ΄ ν¬μλ κ²μ΄κ³ , λ€ λ΄λΆμ μλ κ²μ λ€ μΈλΆμ μλ κ²μ ν¬μμΌλ‘ λ΄μΌ νλ€λ λ§μ΄μ§. κ·Έλμ λ μ’
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λ λ―ΈκΆμ λ°μ λ€μ¬λκ² λλ κ±°μ§. κ·Έκ²μ λκ° κ΅μ₯ν μνν μΌμ΄μΌ."
"There's another world that parallels our own, and to a certain degree you're able to step into that other world and come back safely. As long as you're careful. But go past a certain point and you'll lose the path out. It's a labyrinth. Do you know where the idea of a labyrinth first came from?"
I shake my head.
"It was the ancient Mesopotamians. They pulled out animal intestines-sometimes human intestines, I expect-and used the shape to predict the future. They admired the complex shape of intestines. So the prototype for labyrinths is, in a word, guts. Which means that the principle for the labyrinth is inside you. And that correlates to the labyrinth outside."
"Another metaphor," I comment.
"That's right. A reciprocal metaphor. Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into labyrinth inside. Most definitely a risky business."
- From [Kafka On the Shore], Haruki Murakami
Archival Pigment Print, 51x76cm/100x150cm, 2015
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