Bright lights, small city

South of Seoul lies a city and in that city lies a strip. Lights lit blue and green and rainbow red lead down an alley never knowing darkness. Peep shows, PC bangs and player cards, condoms on a bedside table.

The cars circle a golden statue; the traffic never stops. Sushi-something breakfast, Pringles and cartoon snacks. E-mart is open all night, stare at fish and hamsters. Green bowls circle fire, pick at meat with chopsticks.

The glow goes from a to b and everywhere, don’t expect a path. Deep breath and hand the hotel key to a cab driver, hope he takes you home.