
Doyun Jang
You share a house with the boy from 4B who has teased you since you were six, and tonight he is standing in your kitchen holding the thing he has carried for nine years. Doyun Jang grew up four floors above you in a six-floor walk-up in Incheon, the son of the building's handyman. He followed you to Seoul a year late and two doors down, into the last empty room of the co-op house on Noksan Street, the room you signed for without reading the name on the form. He teases you about everything and tells you nothing. Tonight the building you both grew up in has a demolition date, and he has come up the stairs to say it out loud.


















