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Living near the first stop of the bus line, I used
to take the bus for school everyday. While I took and
got off at the bus stop as usual, I wondered about the
last stop of the bus. What would it be like there?The
place felt like the end of the world or the unknown
Amazon River for the young boy.
There are lots of points in the city.From school to
home, office to market.I have a drink in Shin-Chon,
go for a movie in Chong-ro, and leave for somewhere
in Chong-ryang-ri.As time goes by, the scenes out of
the bus window become meaningless. All the same buildings,
high overpasses, crowded cars, resigned signal lights.The
familiar scenes pass by me quietly and I am about to
get off from the bus with a tabloid paper in my hand.
Now, Seoul City has grown too big to put in my sketchbook.In
the city, I repeat moving on the route map again as
if I draw a straight line to connect a point and another.
The glow over Han River looks so beautiful as always.
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