“Love for Skins” by Choi Moon-Ja

When you fall in love, it’s a blessing to have an outer skin: a blessing everyone looks down on. Tearing, twisting, scorching, splitting, digging up and burying, they think so awfully low of love, but love...

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“Salt Storehouse” by Song Chang-Ho

By asking around, I’ve come all the way to a salt storehouse in search of the woman who ran off without repaying a debt.Not a single person inside and salt stopped being stored here a...

“Land of Fire” by Nam Jin-Woo

The hair of the people in this country is turning into fire. They all walk with a blaze sprouted from their heads, and whenever anyone wants to light a cigarette or a fireplace, they simply...

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“Lovers’ Number” by Kim Kyeong-Mi

When you enter that country it must be written down. So, on that night the number of your entries and vinegar are mingled with more vinegar, then swallowed. It’s a night where the candle’s flame...

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“Fixing Sigma to Fireflies’ Light” by Kim Yeong-Nam

Ah, so someone who flickers is a difficulty! Like a math formula come to an unfamiliar place to solve your mathematical series, the functional relationship between your numbers is written in the air. As I...

“Riddle” by Heo Soo-Kyeong

From the theatre, we left for a restaurant and placed food into mouths hanging on down-turned faces. From the restaurant, we went for a walk. All the stores were closed and all the bars too full...

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“Final Love Scene” by Hwang Myeong-Seung

In the hallway, there had hung a lone light bulb. We removed it and replanned the composition. In the pitch-blackness our lovers’ internal acting would have to unravel. They’d have to put in all their...

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“Microwave Rice” by Lee Byeong-Ryul

There was a time when I used to buy microwave rice. A time when there was no nowhere to put it. I placed it in pockets, bags, and hugged it to my chest. Still, it...

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“It’s OK, I’m a Pig” by Kim Hye-Soon

The Pig Speaks Nailing the pig to the cross was so natural it was meaningless. In the meditation room, I glare at the wall while deciding to meditate and sit in the Lotus Position. You...