The veins distend when the blood moves quickly, this time revealing something like a hand, long and fairy-fingered, resting on his chest. The young man has paused for a moment to catch his breath in a cold basement gym in Seoul and has pointed his camera, albeit unsteadily, at the mirror in front of him. Almost flickering, auburn-haired, a warm, tired body—blushing shoulders spill naked from his black shirt, between black machines, out the black walls and floor, like a light in a dark room.
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