"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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The country was full of stores and shops, yet only the Hanok Market sold things at a reasonable price. They had a variety of supplies to look through, judge and then buy the perfect.
Addelyn was their regular customer. Although she is a Chanel fan, she would be frequently spotted there, getting books, decors and even toothpaste.
It's a mixture of personality for her. She likes riches but is down to the earth. It's all upon the quality.
"Sunoo, this is the Hanok Market. This style of buildings are called Hanok, traditional to Korea. C'mon, let's get all the things you want." I said.
I've never been here. It's always her who gets me my requirements. But taking a look at the walls, made only out of soil and the high clay slabs, where they kept a variety of things; made me question our generation.
Where did this art vanish? Why don't they still do it?
I looked around near the music section. They had so many beautiful instruments but no one was there in the specific place.
I have always loved music, it was my refuge from the harsh world I have lived in, and one such instrumentalist, is my reason to live.
I still remember that day, when Eun put out her cigarette butt on my injured skin. That thing burnt my stabbed cut, on my inner high, and tormented me. I was tied to the lamp post throughout the night.
I heard someone playing the gayagum like a hymn of peace. She was in her room on the 5th floor of our hostel. Her blue, bodice hanbok, made of muslin silk, complemented her pale skin and rosey lips as much as butter complements bread.
She was singing Arirang, a traditional folk song during the Jeonseong era. It's one of the most famous folk songs and has a story behind its lyrics. It was a song which showed nothing but an outskirts' girl's endearment for her love, who was getting married to another woman, far behind the Arirang Mountain Range.
It sang the desperate desires of the girl, who was sad that he wasn't hers but happy that he found the one he was destined to.
It is a tragic lovestory but that day, it ended up being a true friend for me.
That singer, she noticed me from her window and even from such a height, spotted my tears. She broke the hostel rules for me and ended getting herself in trouble later. Still, that idiot never stopped being around me.
That was Addelyn Ardolf, my Addie.
Looking at our personalities, people would think me to be the one to approach that introvert. But that it was her who reached me. She's not an introvert, she looks like one, because of her strict demeanour.
A nostalgic laugh escaped my lips as I touched the strings of the gayagum. They were sharp. They felt like a different spirit, as if someone was beside me.
