In the mornings, han-gugo seeps through her sleep like a radio alarm. Blink, blink, go her eyes as the local butcher sounds words through her window. “O-channon. O-channon. Mulk-kogi. O-channon.” Sleep is the same here. So are windows and floors. In the kitchen, there is running water, a refrigerator, a sink. Chan-woo cleans his change… [Read More]