Or more aptly "Insadong Man."
I like to ponder the possibilities that this man is not homeless, but is instead, a philosopher or physicist whose intellect far exceeds of that of many tenured scholars who prefer to surround themselves with great oak desks and large libraries of books. Didn't Einstein first fathom his theory of relativity while working in solitude as a patent clerk? True, it is unlikely that my high-pinned hopes for this gentleman are his reality, but when I dream, I prefer to see hope. While he may just be waiting for someone to drop a few hundred won in his vicinity to pay for his next meal, I like to imagine him standing behind a podium with his silver hair slicked back, dressed in a dark gray, classic Armani sportcoat (no tie), as he addresses a standing room only crowd of accomplished intellectuals. At the end of his speech, the crowd applauds, pats on the back are given in earnest, and all the men secretly envy his mustache and beard. Afterwards, he returns to his "thinking perch" to critically analyze and solve another of humanities mysteries. Prove me right, Insadong man!!!