Under the Deceptively Rosy Sky

The room we stayed during the short trip to the central Seoul faced west so we could see the crimson sky over the mountains surrounding the palace. It was beautiful, but lacked some sort of things that must be in the peaceful scene of setting sun. If you know all the bloodlettings of the earlier days of the Chosun, you might think the glow in the sky seemed to be blood-stained blanket. It was the very first impression I had when I saw the rosy sky above the palace. And it occurred to me that the many beings of old days with grudge might gather around the pavilion to weep and mourn. Among this horde, I bet I could meet the apparition of Jeong Dojeon, a founding father of the kingdom and later he was killed by former comrades during the coup. Of course, it was somehow little bit odd feeling because I didn’t particularly admire him or supporting his policy. However, it is because there are tons of people murdered and banished whenever upheavals happened. Therefore, the place natural...