An empty playground swing still swaying on its own at dusk in an old Korean apartment complex, nobody in frame. The seat rocks back and forth in slowly shrinking arcs, its long shadow sliding across the sand, the rusted chains creaking, a row of low apartment blocks with a few lit windows behind. By the final second the swing has almost come to rest. Static locked-off camera. Heavy 35mm film grain, faded warm tones of late-1990s color negative film. Sound: chain creak and distant cicadas, no speech. No text, no letters
