Hongdae Street Art: Day 6

Outstretched jaws make way for raindrops, laughter, and the like. The stencil pulls black around the grey wall, draws a photo from the past. The road stretches out into a walkway and up to a park where a dad plays with his son. The footbridge stands above the city on its hill.

These objects of affection put rose glasses on the past. They warp the boy leaning into girl to every date you’ve ever had. The spaceman in his orbit melts the present moment to the birth.

The speech bubble says, “Swap my gold for bubblegum god,” and the deal sounds like a win. A baby-vamp leers into an alley, tosses purple hair. The ghosts barf their clouds into piles of white garbage bags.

The two hold hands and the line comes again: I remember back in the day. And if you look deep enough into the tape on the trash you can see the art. Look closer still and you’ll see he looks like someone you used to know.