I have been depressed all morning after learning the reconditeness of the North Korea as a nation. I have not been a fan of communism after all since much of my knowledge revolves around on mere simplistic ideologies from the paltry sociology and world history subjects I took during college. Even so, the idea of communism has a way of making things feel gothic, and the thought of it makes me really, really sad and sick. On the hindsight though, it makes me feel lucky to have been born in the bowels of democracy, although sometimes the machineries that drives it are communistic in nature, but I don’t mind.
After seeing the existent situation through illicit photos of a stubborn Russian tourist who visited the North Korea recently, I can’t help but feel remorseful on this sunny, April morning about a country thousand miles away. There’s a gaunt, windswept landscape hidden at one corner of my head that has just been cracked open and metamorphosed into a forlorn, permeating feeling all over me.
Communism always makes me sad, communist makes me sick. But what kills me more is the thought that there are millions of faceless people, who by the break of the day still find communism like a living palace and live like as if freedom is an uneventful myth. Whenever I think of this, I feel moved to turn sadness into knowledge.
Note that the link to the photos has Russian captions. Click this to translate them.
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