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Like a new feed that comes up when you press refresh
A space that approaches something new every time you look back!

"Press and Refresh" is a collection of five short stories on the theme of "the space where teenagers stay."
Five writers with unique voices present diverse stories about spaces that are sometimes visited without much thought, sometimes for solace, and sometimes that always remain the same but sometimes feel completely different.

This anthology features authors Lee Seon-ju, Jo Woo-ri, Yoo Young-min, Moon I-so, and Moon Bu-il, who have opened new horizons in youth literature with their colorful and original stories, have won numerous youth literature awards, and are greatly loved by readers for their literary merit.
The stories of space told by five authors include not only real spaces such as home and school, but also
It is widely spread across virtual spaces where teenagers spend a lot of time, such as Instagram, YouTube, and games.
It also talks about the worries and problems of teenagers contained within various spaces.
This spatial story, never before seen anywhere else, will provide teenagers with new imagination and warm comfort.

Then, comments that agree with this will start pouring in.
Emptiness is an emotion that everyone in modern times feels.
And if you initially gathered followers with pretty pictures, there comes a time when sympathetic comments become important after a certain amount of time.
If you only show yourself as pretty and cool, you will only get antipathy.
Celebrities also cry often when they appear on observational entertainment shows.
It's the same thing.
It's a tightrope walk between empathy and sympathy.
And at the same time, I have to show a cool side of myself… … .

Teacher, I actually didn't have to come here.
As you know, it was recommended by a plastic surgeon, not forced.
But the reason I came here anyway is because I was really curious about something.
Could you answer that? Oh, that's... that's what it is.
I really don't know who I am.
I hate who I am now.
But I like the me on Instagram.
So do I hate myself or do I like myself?
---From "Refresh"

The next day, when he opened his eyes, K had become a hermit crab.
Of course, it was a hermit crab without a shell.
Dragging her soft, spiral-shaped abdomen, she searched for anything that could protect her, but there was nothing around her.
The surroundings are dark and filled with water.
It smells like moss and water.
No matter how far you walk on your six legs, no matter how far you go, you won't find even a bottle cap, let alone the shell of another crustacean.

From somewhere, laughter is heard saying “Hahaha, hahaha.”
I shook my antennae vigorously to find the source of the sound.
It was Jaehyun.
He walks around proudly, carrying half a crushed Coca-Cola can on his back.
There is also a class president.
It's inside a broken toothpaste cap.
Jjakdo, Kim Woo-sung, and all the other kids in the class are crawling leisurely, pretending to be calm, with their bodies half-buried in something broken, torn, or damaged.
It seems like he doesn't know what he looks like.
Everyone is ridiculous and desperate.
It's so desperate it's ridiculous.

At that moment, K realizes.
Just like in the game of musical chairs, the number of shells is inevitably less than the number of objects.
Neither I, Jaehyun, Woosung, nor anyone else is the owner.
In fact, there is no such thing as a proper shell.
If you don't have teeth, use your gums. If you don't have presence, what do you use? Perseverance, intuition, venom? Just put on whatever you want.
---From "There is no shell"

I don't respond anymore.
Put the earphones in your ears and then launch the music app on your phone.
Let's turn up the volume and fast-paced dance music hits our eardrums.
At the same time, my mother's voice fades away.
It is also getting further and further away from reality.
Before I knew it, darkness had fallen all around me.
Take the earphones out of your ears.
Beyond the door is silence.
I get up and sit on the bed.
There is a mirror in front of you.
The image of me reflected there is very different from before.
His unrecognizably fat face looks gloomy and miserable.
I gained a lot of weight while being cooped up at home.
Not only did my activity level decrease, but I also started looking for snacks every now and then.
I absentmindedly look around and get lost in thought for a moment.
A simple room with only a bed, a desk, and a hanger.
If I were to personify this space, wouldn't that person be the one closest to me?
A friend who silently stayed by my side.
I feel a sense of longing and gratitude for the room that has embraced me without any demands.
---From "The Sorcerer's Time"

I named the channel.
Endangered species garbage leader.
The term 'endangered species' is a warning and fear that the current generation of young people may be the last generation of humanity.
It also means that they are direct victims of the climate crisis.
'Trash Captain' means that our youth took the lead.
Even teenagers are coming forward like this, so what are adults doing? That was also the thought that was included.

Both Sia and I received full marks on the performance evaluation.
There are even people coming to our channel to watch our videos.
Peers left encouraging comments, saying they were also endangered species.
I was really proud when comments were posted and the number of views exceeded 1,000.
We decided to do more of what we could.
I've uploaded more videos from the Separate Waste Disposal series.
There are only four right now, but we will continue to update them.
I also want to make a video urging companies to develop recyclable packaging.
We want to stir up trouble with the government and businesses together with the people who watch our content.
To create proper policies and implement them properly.
I can't do it alone, but it's no problem if I'm with Sia and Singul.
---From "Among the Clouds"

As soon as I got home, I prepared to make perilla leaf soup.
I needed a thermos and an insulated lunch box.
“I’ll do my best to make this perilla leaf soup for Dad.”
“Is it true that you can cure illness with food?” The guy nodded.
Wash the rice thoroughly and put it in the rice cooker.
I was now confident enough to know how much water to add.
I washed the mushrooms and sliced ​​them carefully.
Then I looked for cabbage in the refrigerator, but it wasn't there.
I opened the kitchen drawer and found some seaweed.
What does perilla leaf soup with seaweed taste like?
Suddenly, the kitchen I was standing in felt unfamiliar.
Will there ever be a day when I can eat food my dad makes in this kitchen?
I remembered the housewife's guide that my father wrote in his notebook.
It was like a letter my father left for me.

---From "Let's Eat"