Weaving Fireflies Out Of Apocalypse
Description
Myungsoo is a lot of things.
He is flesh, blood and bones.
He is a philosopher, born between the rain and the rivers.
He is a wanderer, in the slow canoes of turbulent life.
He is an artist, painting vague shadows with charcoal backdrops.
He is a dreamer, bits and pieces of memories and imagination.
He lives like there is no tomorrow.
But what if he starts to ache for a tomorrow he can’t have?
Myungsoo is not a lover, but he pretends to be one for Sungjong’s sake.
Foreword
On a less-trodden downtown alley which sees only a handful of customers a month, there is an abandoned mailbox. Here, you can send a letter to anyone, God, Santa, the living and the lost, the dead, and sometimes, if you're lucky, you might receive an answer.
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