An unidentifiable, yet clearly vagrant man counts all the 원’s (Korean Won) to his name with his sleeping tarp folded underneath his arms. If you can see/read this, that means you’ve got access to a computer/internet and possibly a roof above your head. We forget how fortunate we are, and how easy it becomes to forget all the simple commodities in our lives.
She had a cool blue and gold scarf on, and it contrasted well with her black blazer against the neon lights from the American Apparel store in Myeongdong. The few times I wished I had a color roll inside.
It was a light winter this time around, and my skin seems to have hardened against these desolate conditions. As March approaches, I feel a subtle warmth thawing the souls of the Seoulites. If only you could feel these seasonal changes. The temperature fluctuating from one extremity to the other, and in the process, adding yet another ring to my internal tree of life.