The man's family, who had survived death and received state consolation money, moved to another city, and the mining village was bustling for a while until the day my family moved to Seoul.
In the meantime, strange thoughts started to pop up.
A story that won't make you feel better even if you get slapped in the ear, 'My father also waited a few nights in a cave like the man next door.
'My family should also receive some money.'

I appreciate and appreciate the consideration to cover up something embarrassing.
Whether that's true or not, I'm curious about something else.
Is it because the market opens only on days like that, or is it because something like that happened that it is called a market day?
And was it simply a coincidence that happened that way, or was it a fate that seemed like a coincidence, as an absurd incident I happened to encounter was exquisitely connected to my daily life that had been ingrained in me for a long time?

--- From "Part 1: Holey Socks"

I went out to the front yard in the early morning.
Flowers bloomed overnight as if some conspiracy had taken place between them.
The pure fragrance is enchanting.
From dawn, the scent of plum blossoms spreads through the sun-drenched garden, and dozens of bees are busy, swarming each flower.
The flowers bloomed and the sun was blazing for over ten days.
And then it rains.
The rain comes when it's supposed to, and I need to express my gratitude to someone.
The rain that falls when it's needed is both welcome and worrisome.
What if the petals that haven't yet settled down get hit by raindrops and fall?

--- From "The Universe in the Garden, Part 2"

Late spring of 2018, back to Unhyeongung Palace.
Suddenly, heavy rain accompanied by wind fell all night.
There is a letter hanging on a tree branch.
Charlotte, the eternal Werther, have you been there by any chance?
--- From "Part 3 Nonsense"

Pass through the Iljumun (one-pillar gate) at the entrance of Yongmunsa Temple.
The forest of trees that covers the sky in layers blocks the sunlight.
It's still cool, like autumn, making it seem like summer.
That's nature.
I can only marvel at the magic created by the distance between the shaded and sunny areas, which is less than a meter apart.
The sound of water flowing along the steep valley is stronger than before.
The sweat cools down on its own.
--- From "Shadows of Part 4"

My uncle's family moved to another city, and the mining village was bustling for a while until the day my family moved to Seoul.
In the midst of all this, strange thoughts started to pop up.
A story that won't make you feel better even if you get slapped in the ear, 'My father also waited a few nights in a cave like the man next door.
'My family should also receive some money.'

--- From "I waited a few nights for Part 5"