hands writing by candlelight
pressed entry no. 01
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A garden can look quiet until someone names the silence a rule. This little field guide follows emergency power through soft soil, public squares, and the notes people keep when official notices try to do all the speaking.
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emergency script
계엄
Martial law says the ordinary garden has become a battlefield. Streets are renamed corridors, gatherings become suspicions, and the state borrows fear to lock doors that used to open from the inside.
“Even a curfew forgets the roots under the road.”
What grows through cracks
After the decree lifts, people still count what was taken. Names return first as whispers, then as songs, then as flowers left where pavement tried to forget the shape of footsteps.
Field Notes
concrete remembers water
Keep the small records: curfew times, borrowed radios, who brought carnations, who stood watch, which window kept a light on.
old ink / new leaf
static fades
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