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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Over the roads in front of the Homigot, the air is spiced with miyeok. The gritty breath of autumn bends through the roar -ing morning as silver quilts of clouds over the fallen foliage and withered flowers, drift through the blue in the sky – graying days by the high power poles along the rails
of Pohang Station, the gleaming strips of metal folding with rust and damp tatters of ginkgo leaves. The boy with his mouth and nose plastered with a corru- gated white mask stands alone and waits. Across him another train flits through beside the knee-high reed field and over the high power poles, swallows cut through the sky. The mountain’s rocky top stretches its shadows on the streets. Looking up at the high signboard backlighted by the sun, the boy wipes off the prolonged tails of dust on his pants and steps on the silver-metaled entrance stairs of the KTX – Seoul in his mind. The fractured images of abandoned parks and shadowed roads of the city would hide themselves under the layers of black and white masks. Comments are closed.
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