Tender affection mixed with sorrow at parting, rendered as a scene: on the wooden maru floor of a Korean house in the early morning, several glass and plastic side-dish containers packed full of homemade kimchi and banchan, stacked and tied up together inside a faded patchwork Korean bojagi wrapping cloth, the knot tied twice for safety. Beside it a pair of an adult child's sneakers by the step, and a small folded envelope tucked under the knot. Soft dawn light through a paper-screen door. Korean bojagi and Korean house, NOT a Japanese furoshiki or Japanese interior. No people. No text, no letters, no characters anywhere.