The Day the Last Bookstore Closed, the Books Lined Up on Their Own
On the day the last bookstore closes, books willingly line up and await their fate with a mysterious recipient.
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Read the Korean original →
Did the books know where they were going as they stood in line?
The array of lined-up stories, the letters they held within, must have become a compass for several people.
Knowing the people who held me deep in their hearts, they gladly threw themselves one by one into the box.
At the bottom of the box was a shipping label. The recipient was 'Lee Yong-hyun'. I needed books to eat.
I smiled faintly at the thought of tearing through book pages one by one like a goat and eating them.
And so I became a goat that lived by consuming the dreams of publishers.
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