![At Everland, we were Kim Jong-Ils looking at things. A whole setup stood ready for our perusal, but we maintained aloof dignity from much of it. The conscientious attention given implied that our visit—and consequent endorsement—was an anticipated event. On our part, there was private amusement at how absurd everything really is. Nonetheless, even for those of us with access to the realities of the world outside (adults and Dear Leaders), there were times when disbelief was irresistibly suspended.
Just like Pyongyang Land for the lucky two: a corner of the earth dedicated to personal gratification, where beneath costumes are people strapped into their allocated minor roles in the maintenance of an elephantine fantasy. The North Korean movie 우리의향기 too featured foreigners fitted with Mr. Potato Head smiles. Simulacra of Wonderland.
Later that day, the nightmare that invaded my sleep was so terrifying that both my roommates were woken up. “He’s a good screamer,” we had agreed after a viking ship ride. Apparently, so was I.
[Photo via kimjongillookingatthings]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_law5045sJn1qewv1lo1_500.jpg)
At Everland, we were Kim Jong-Ils looking at things. A whole setup stood ready for our perusal, but we maintained aloof dignity from much of it. The conscientious attention given implied that our visit—and consequent endorsement—was an anticipated event. On our part, there was private amusement at how absurd everything really is. Nonetheless, even for those of us with access to the realities of the world outside (adults and Dear Leaders), there were times when disbelief was irresistibly suspended.
Just like Pyongyang Land for the lucky two: a corner of the earth dedicated to personal gratification, where beneath costumes are people strapped into their allocated minor roles in the maintenance of an elephantine fantasy. The North Korean movie 우리의향기 too featured foreigners fitted with Mr. Potato Head smiles. Simulacra of Wonderland.
Later that day, the nightmare that invaded my sleep was so terrifying that both my roommates were woken up. “He’s a good screamer,” we had agreed after a viking ship ride. Apparently, so was I.
[Photo via kimjongillookingatthings]
