...It feels surprisingly different to find oneself in a city where everything is connected by buses - numbers are here to remember, not colors or names. The outside panorama is in front of one's eyes at each moment, not the advertisements on the walls of underground tunnels. It's raining heavily. Sitting on one of the front seats of the bus gives a marvelous perspective - gray, wet, spacious, misty, chilly, eclectic Seoul, a neverending line of multistoried apartment complexes, brownish branches of naked trees... A city like this can well erase one's memory of the colors' diversity, but keep a lonely urge for brightness deep inside one's heart. Will I survive its gravity?
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