Memories of the Attic *In the single room of the commercial building, there was an attic. A small attic where one person could barely sit with their back bent. When I was scolded by my mother or felt depressed, I would hide in the attic. It was at the point when I had just entered puberty. It was the only space where I could escape from the gaze of the world. With the changes in my family, the abandoned World Literature collection and encyclopedia were there.

From Dalho Bong’s ‘Lifting the Shutter’ –

Most elderly people probably have memories of an attic. It’s a place where one can feel a peculiar sense of liberation and freedom in a peaceful and secret space. If there were a few old books there at the time, and if one happened to find a striking passage while browsing through them, it would remain an unforgettable memory that could change one’s life.