In the fall when I turned eighteen, I received the news of my friend Gi Hyeon’s passing. He got into a traffic accident while working part-time at a fried chicken restaurant as a delivery boy. Without getting any protection as a teenager or a worker, he was quickly erased from the world. I re-encounter Gi Hyeon’s accident in 2009 while reminiscing the time we shared. I linger around the time facing themotorcycle culture and the friend who vanished like a ghost, and all the “Gi Hyeons” who are still floating around road in the present.
(Source: SIFF)