Park Dong-wook: My Strange House

Like the prose, the prose of the mountain gate - the gates of the writing - the lines of the gates are the doors of a squall of error, the words of the characters, the homing of the words and the trepidation, the esoterics of the artists, the periphery and the descarnation of the literature. (...) He thought he should write his own personal writing in his own form. There was a huge reading hiding at the base. I got some weird books and read them with a lead and a constant reading. His writings were the ultimate fulfillments of his faithful understanding of the existings. Not to make a difference, but to change it, to the same extent. @ssazi: @sapansa: @msajitsael: #sakhaya. And one of the guests said,. “One winter, the weather was as warm as spring, and suddenly the wind came up and snow stopped beating at night, and the rainbow was drinking well water. The villagers were amazed and excited.” Another customer said. “It was a story told by some of the wandering men, but then they went into deep - inside, and they encountered a beast whose body was covered with blue fur, and it sounded like a child with horns and wings. I thought this was a ridiculous thing to say. The next morning, a young man came to meet and said hello and gave him a poem.

Korean title: 기이한 나의 집

Korean author: 박동욱

Korean publisher: 글항아리

ISBN-13: 9788967359072