i walked jaeban-ro looking for a place to eat. the night was hot and the moon was coming out behind jangsan. the moon was yellow and almost full. there were dead cicadas on the road. some were missing wings. others were just empty shells of metamorphosed nymphs. the live ones sang from their hiding places in the trees. a young mother and her son strolled on the mountain side of jaeban-ro. the mother held a pink butterfly net and waved it in the air while her infant son walked behind. she dropped the net on the little boy like in a cartoon and dragged him smiling up the hill.
i walked to centum city. i had ham and cheese in a ciabatta while i read. then i sat on a table outside a gs convenient store and read some more while a few office workers smoked and contemplated the street, the moon or their phones.