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He wore the traditional hanbok of the paji and chogori . Sang Huin was inveigled by the dance but the sun god was putting him to sleep and 15 minutes into the performance he was on a park bench fast asleep . When he awoke , the crowd that had gathered around the dancer and the dancer himself were no longer there . Just as Sang Huin , the boy , had skipped around the kindergarten teacher 's desk , sat down to drink his chocolate milk with his Graham crackers , and found himself a grown man listening to a university professor 's lecture on biology , so the sunlight of this day 's slight 2:00 descent vaporized the people he had been witnessing no differently than it had vaporized the dinosaurs myriad afternoons of myriad centuries ago or the body of his sister that had decomposed in a park . It had all gone-gone but where it had gone he could n't say . Like a 5 year old , he rubbed his eyes to wake up . Following an instinctive response that was a yearning overwhelming his common sense , he felt the impulse to stretch forth toward Seoul : toward adventure in the masses and bathing the rational mind in sensual massage .