the 할아버지 on the left reminded me of the late Hunter S. Thompson. maybe it was the bucket hat, the shades, and the cigarette in his hand. the 할아버지 on the right reminded me of both of my Grandpa’s, both who’ve passed. RIP.
i often wonder what kind of lives they had decades ago. i mean we all age, play the life game, and eventually find ourselves in front of the reaper’s scythe… it’s all a matter of time. and though we do our best to live life how we want it to be, it’s often not that easy, right?