Space is collapsed and expanded in cyclical rhythm.
Repeating daily in a precise, machine like cadence.
Seoul breaths in and out, exposed at the seams. Where at once memories were made, they become irrelevant daily, covered under the weight of a morning car park. Tables, chairs, conversation are at the center of darkening evening skies; if only for a brief moment in reoccurring time.
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