Dongmyo Flea Market

When I went to flea market, I saw things scattered all over the place. They were formatively beautiful, but I started to wonder, ‘Who was the owner?’ ‘Where is he/she now?’. Some stories came up with me, but nobody would know what really happened. I felt loneliness and sadness watching them waiting for new savior. They were insignificant beings, but the feelings they evoked came upon me intensely.