For some time, I had been suffering from fin de siècle ennui. My neurasthenia – which had plagued me since youth – came back once again to haunt me. Bedridden, in a dark room – like some overly sensitive French novelist! – I embrace this saturnine tranquillity like the dying Narcissus willingly drinks the venomous, secret nectar of Electra.
In times like this, the only cure would to wait for dawn with a bottle of bourgogne and the collected works of Marcel Proust close at hand… Alas! I could not flee this frigid, fruitless feeling; I could not partake in these poisonous pleasures, simply because I am suffering from another modern illness – a full-time job.
In place of a longer Afternoon Guide, I simply present you with a link to a priceless collection of photographs entitled Kim Jong-il looking at things.
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