What I mean is you may have had your wars, Im sure there are scars on your beaches, but thats all in the past. Our beaches are still waiting for the end of a war thats been going on for so long people have stopped believing its real. They build hotels, put up neon signs, but its all fake, were on a knife-edge, it could all give way any moment. Were living in limbo. In a winter that never ends.

Winter in Sokcho by Elisa Shua Dusapin