SaGe
Ryu, DongHyeok

At dawn, the market wakes—

salt in the air, voices rising, hands moving through fish and time.

Noryangjin was more than a place; it was a rhythm of survival.

 

As the old market shifted into new walls,

we followed the people who stayed behind for a little longer.

What disappears is not just a building,

but the texture of labor, memory, and trust.

 

This work is not only about what moves,

but about what resists moving—

the breath of a space that still lingers,

and the echo of hands that refuse to be forgotten.