Category: essay
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Sunday Afternoons Are Always So Chill
After ordering my coffee, I sat down and pulled out the book I just bought. It was so thin, I felt a bit let down. Sure, a short book can deliver a whirlwind of stories and end with a bang, but there are physical limits. If I started in Seoul, I’d barely reach Gwangju in…
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Chilly Winter Days
Last week’s weather felt like a nervous rookie in love, hearing the dreaded, ‘If you keep this up, we’re done!’ ‘If winter’s going to be this lame, let’s just cancel it altogether this year?!’ Not wanting to be out of a job, Winter’s manager decided to rewrite the old rule of ‘삼한사온’ and blasted the…
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Is There an Astronaut Leo?
Honestly, I didn’t expect it to still be there. But hey, no harm in asking, right? Maybe there’d be one hiding in a corner. ‘All sold out… Oh! There’s one left!’ she might say. You never know with these things.
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The World’s Best Cream Latte Isn’t Always There for You
My heart sank as soon as I saw the post, right after what felt like an endless meeting. It felt like hearing that Christmas would never come again on Earth. 🎄
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A Quaint Bookstore in Sydney
For the then-popular ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, a review read, ‘Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it, but if curiosity from its fame gets the better of you, read it and decide.’ (Still, I wanted to buy it.)
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Hard to Tolerate
People often manage to handle things like having a nuclear reactor nearby, or a confirmed patient roaming public transport, or even a white police officer arresting an unarmed black person leading to tragic events. Yet, they sometimes get upset over laundry not drying properly.
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3D Transformation of Magazine Perfume Ads
Suddenly, a sweet scent enveloped me. Wow, clever! 🌸 It was like they brought the 3D experience of sniffing perfumes at a department store straight to the 2D pages of a magazine, breaking all physical limits.
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Even If It’s a Goblin’s Café…
Whenever we arrived and opened the car door, a cold breeze swept in, no matter the season. In a dreamlike state, I wandered out, entranced by the sound of the wind, and faced the stunning view of Gangneung and the East Sea. Even now, the memory can be as vivid as yesterday when I close…
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Coffee and Death Potion
In the break room of the building where I work, there’s a big Nespresso machine with two coffee outlets. As soon as I enter, shedding my jacket and hanging it carelessly on a chair, I find myself instinctively walking toward that machine, like it’s some kind of ritual. From the capsule tray next to the…