axel (friend, not brother) and I wandered around basically all of itaewon/hangangjin yesterday. what could we do that would not cost us any money, we thought. check out all the antique stores that are hidden not far from itaewon station, of course. I had walked by with my dad last year, but we never checked it out thoroughly.

 

so in we went, into this house that seemed smaller than it actually was. it had that old and nostalgic feeling, and smell, the feeling you have when you search through your grandparents' attics or basements. it's a kind of magic. both axel and I were flailing and getting excited about all the vintage and classical stuff that told of so many stories. one room led to another room, and to another, and an even bigger room. this might've been how it was like for the pevensie kids when they were running around professor kirke's house.