Orphans Are The Only Ones

The Urge To Create A Fictional Narrative Is A Mysterious One, And When An Idea Comes, The Writer's Sense Of What A Story Wants To Be Is Only Vaguely Visible Through The Penumbra Of Inspiration.

The Next Day, She Was Silent. For Breakfast, She Murdered An Onion And Served It Raw.

The Light, The Sky, The Water, They Were All Things You Looked *through* During The Day. At Night, They Were Things You Looked *into*. You Looked *into* The Stars, You Looked *into* Dark Rollers And The Surprising Platinum Flash Of Their Caps.

The Darkness Inside Your Head Is Something Your Imagination Fills With Stories That Have Nothing To Do With The Real Darkness Around You.

But, In North Korea, It's Just The Opposite. There's One Story. It's Written By The Kim Regime. And 23 Million People Are Conscripted To Be Secondary Characters. There, As A Youth, Your Aptitude Towards Certain Jobs Is Measured, And The Rest Of Your Life Is Dictated, Whether You'll Be A Fisherman Or A Farmer Or An Opera Singer.