When the future comes

The secret gardens of Seoul's palaces

 

Intertwined with skyscrapers

        competiting with the city's mountains disappearing when the dust wind rises

                                          The lost grand trees of Gwanhamun gil
                                          The translucent subtle glow of the medusa-like fairylights along Chunggyechon canal
                                          The beaming face of the wrinkled hotel's porter
                                          The ice-flaked and red beans hills.

These memories shaped as the native tourist-but-not-born in the metropolis that I am looked at them, for me to see in the future.