I was born in Seoul. When I was little, I loved to play outside at the backyard of the house. One day, I met a boy who lives just next door. Their backyard and ours were separated by a huge fence made from big old logs. I never realized, at that time, that that fence would hold something special. Back then, whenever we were free, we would play by the fence and talk all day. His name was Yonghwa. Jung Yonghwa

A Thousand Fictions