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<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\nAs a chicken chomping, coke snorting species, we have three main foes. 1) Beasts more ferocious than us, such as tigers, lions and, well, just about all other animals, since we\u2019re such wimps. 2) Living organisms we can\u2019t even see, such as viruses. 3) Other men, of course, since man is clearly man\u2019s most lethal and sadistic enemy.<\/h5>\n
The first category is nearly extinct, with even the most frightful animals turned into lovable cartoons, for our kids\u2019 amusement. In the zombie, however, all three threats are combined, since he\u2019s a man, sort of, that acts like a fierce, bonkers beast, and if he bites you, then you\u2019re a gonner, for sure, thanks to his virus laden spit. Zombies also resonate because they\u2019re contemporary and urbane cannibals. In torn jeans, hoodies or suits, they\u2019ll eat your flabby ass. Though literal man eaters have become extremely rare, we know in our bones their taste and tactics have merely been transferred into more elegant and expensive looking gentlemen. Most of us also know we\u2019re being devoured, chunk by gristly chunk, daily.<\/h5>\n
<\/a>These cheerful thoughts occur to me because last week, I took a bullet train<\/span><\/a> from Seoul to Busan<\/span><\/a>, and there\u2019s a pretty damn good zombie movie called Train to Busan. We\u2019re also staggering through a virulent miasma right now, in case you\u2019re Rip Van Winkle, and no, I this ain\u2019t no media hoax. Shit\u2019s real. When paradigm shifts, we must readjust our thinking and habits with much clarity, effort and discipline, not that we have a choice.<\/h5>\nTrue to its title, nearly all of Train to Busan takes place on a train, and this is obviously symbolic. Before there were planes or trains, ships were common allegorical vehicles, as in Plato\u2019s Ship of Fools, Melville\u2019s Moby Dick or Conrad\u2019s The Nigger of the \u2018Narcissus,\u2019 etc. Floating on a vast unknown, we\u2019re all in this together. Trains can also be stand ins for the community. Encased, we\u2019re being hurled towards a common destiny, though some are reclining in first class or feasting in the bright dining car, while the rest, stiffly upright, are munching on corn chips in the semi dark.<\/h5>\n
The film\u2019s protagonist is an emotionally dead investment banker. Focusing only on his work, the banker is already separated from his wife, and he barely talks to his small daughter. For her birthday, he gives her a Nintendo Wii without realizing he has already bought her one, just months before. On the train, he shows no reaction as the first zombie victim runs screaming by, and his face barely registers shock or pain as he hears his mom\u2019s anguished last words, over the phone, as she moans, retches and gasps while apparently turning into a zombie. He\u2019s cooler than cool. Redeeming himself, the banker finally learns how to team up with a blue-collar guy to fight off zombies, and they both die while saving others.<\/h5>\n
Though far less corrupted, his daughter also says nothing as she witnesses her first zombie, just outside the train window, pouncing on a man. It\u2019s director Yeon Sang-ho\u2019s little joke to have his characters stay placid at the sickest spectacles, but that\u2019s the story of our time. We all do this a thousand times each day. Barely responsive, we\u2019re deader than zombies, with our passivity punctuated only by impotent anger.<\/h5>\n
Ah, but there\u2019s one arena where our passions run free, and that\u2019s spectator sports, though most of the time, we stare at the screen as if we\u2019re comatose, with barely a facial twitch to register another whatever.<\/h5>\n
I\u2019m not going to lie to you. My main objective in coming to South Korea three weeks ago was to catch as many games as possible of the Women\u2019s Korean Basketball League, for how can any objective and sane man not be enthralled by the nightly exploits of the KB Stars, S-Birds, Blue Minx and OK Shoot? I couldn\u2019t wait to sit forever at half court to constantly shudder and duck as gigantic Korean ladies fly, seemingly right over me, to smirkingly execute triple pumping, 720 degree and blind folded slam dunks that the great Shawn Kemp himself never dared attempt. Alas, I found to my infinite sorrows, regrets and even recriminations that all WKBL games would now be played only in empty arenas. Yes, even more cemetery-like than before, thanks to the corona fuckin\u2019 virus.<\/h5>\n
Spectator sports seemingly prove to us that not everything in life is rigged and, moreover, that we still belong to a community, just because we all root for the same colors. Along with pornography, spectator sports are the ruling class\u2019 greatest pacifier of the masses, so if they\u2019re suddenly taken away, does it mean our rulers have lost control of the narrative?<\/h5>\n
When I landed in Seoul three weeks ago, the coronavirus crisis appeared to be primarily an East Asian problem, with hardly anyone but Orientals dying. There was no outbreak in Iran or Italy, much less the rest of Europe or North America. Now, horrible news swarm from the West, where death counts rise relentlessly, and entire countries are crippled and shuttered.<\/h5>\n
If this coronavirus was unleashed by the US, as has been charged by many, including Chinese officials, then why didn\u2019t Washington take precautions to protect its own population? And why was it so paralyzed as the crisis unfolded? More importantly, how does Wall Street benefit from the poleaxing of the American economy? The 1% have just lost trillions.<\/h5>\n
If the Chinese government was responsible for the outbreak, albeit only accidentally, then why didn\u2019t it rush to contain it immediately, instead of just spinning the news? Perhaps Beijing was unaware of what had occurred in Wuhan?<\/h5>\n
<\/a>On the train to Busan, we passed Daegu, the epicenter of the coronavirus outbreak in South Korea. The mostly empty platforms at midday had but single<\/a><\/span>, desolate figures<\/span><\/a> at disease-free intervals, among the endless columns. It was a de Chirico vision come to life, but only barely. At least they weren\u2019t zombies.<\/h5>\nUnlike China, and now Italy, Spain, France and others, South Korea never locked down even a single neighborhood, much less a city. To combat this pandemic, it immediately launched a comprehensive testing campaign, which has yielded alarming daily tallies of infections, though tailing off significantly as of late, auguring a recovery. For this deliberateness and transparency, South Korea has paid a huge price in international isolation and lost commerce, but it has managed to maintain, nationwide, an impressive semblance of normalcy<\/span><\/a>. People go to work<\/span><\/a>. All stores are open and well stocked.<\/h5>\n
Though most restaurants and bars have suffered greatly, you\u2019ll still find, in just about any neighborhood, those that can still pack them in, for there are obviously versions of black bean noodles, ox bone soup, spicy fried chicken or bibimbap, etc., that are good enough, or at least cheap enough, to risk a small chance of death to eat. Here in Busan, I\u2019ve been frequenting the niggardly named Food Caf\u00e9, where for just $5 or so, I can stuff my face with a wholesome meal. Last night, I had me some fine fried rice with garlic and bacon, which made me ponder, if only for a moment, Why wasn\u2019t I born Korean?<\/h5>\n
One type of Korean business that can\u2019t be flourishing right now is the \u201ckiss bang.\u201d Don\u2019t get too excited. Let me explain. \u201cBang\u201d merely means \u201croom,\u201d so you\u2019re not going to bang anyone at such an establishment. You\u2019ll certainly kiss and fondle a bit, at around $50 for half an hour. It\u2019s perfectly legal, as long as you don\u2019t go downstairs, not that there\u2019s anyone bent over a peep hole to spy on your sneaky infractions. The girls tend to be college students, so it\u2019s cute and sad. Moreover, there\u2019s a reason why many whores or even go-go dancers don\u2019t want you to touch their face. The head is really sacred. In any case, swapping spit with multiple strangers during a pandemic is, well, not the brightest idea. It\u2019s almost as dumb as making out with zombies.<\/h5>\n
After checking into the appropriately named One Way Guest House in Busan, I returned to Daegu the next morning to see what life was like beyond its rail depot. Getting off the train, I saw an immobile monk<\/span><\/a>, in a black knit cap, white mask and slate gray robe, sitting by himself as a white pigeon fluttered. Inside the station, a dozen passengers waited to depart. Cafes were open. Having never seen its usual volume, everything seemed normal.<\/h5>\n
That day, I inspected a vast<\/span><\/a> luxury<\/a> shopping<\/a> mall<\/a><\/span>, had lunch at a greasy spoon, drank a cappuccino at a chain caf\u00e9<\/a><\/span>, wandered many streets and walked briskly on a river hugging<\/span><\/a> trail along with dozens of others. Compared to my experience of Seoul<\/a>, Suwon<\/a><\/span>, Incheon, Busan and Gimhae<\/a><\/span>, Daegu did come off as more subdued, but it was still functioning, with traffic everywhere, and people out shopping.<\/h5>\n
<\/a>As for my Busan neighborhood, Choryang-dong, it\u2019s still jumping, if only on one leg. Russian whores still lurk on Texas Street<\/span><\/a>, and inside talking bars named Las Vegas<\/a><\/span>, Miami<\/span><\/a>, Seattle<\/span><\/a> and London<\/span><\/a>, etc., Filipina hostesses still wait for you to entertain them. The area\u2019s many home<\/a><\/span>less<\/a><\/span> still sleep<\/span><\/a> outside<\/a> <\/span>in the frightful cold. Teenagers still flock to McDonald\u2019s<\/span><\/a>.<\/h5>\nMaybe you can tell me what comes next. It should be stressed that the coronavirus is not the ultimate cause of our economic, political and societal unraveling, for we\u2019ve been a dead man walking for a while.<\/h5>\n
Since we\u2019re all linked, even a productive, efficient and disciplined society like South Korea must pay this belated penalty. Zombie surges await.<\/h5>\n
Linh Dinh\u2019s<\/em><\/strong> latest book is Postcards from the End of America<\/span><\/a>. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog<\/span><\/a>.<\/em><\/h5>\n