[신들이 아직 여기 있다면] 성주신

Seongjusin, the Korean house god who dwells in the main roof beam (Korean folk belief, Korean traditional clothing and objects, NOT Japanese, NOT Chinese.), on a high-rise apartment construction site at dawn. A dignified elderly man in a plain white hanbok and black gat hat sits on the end of a steel I-beam high above the city, legs dangling, holding a folded sheet of white hanji paper tied with a skein of thread — the traditional Seongju offering — beside him a bundle of dried rice stalks. Tower cranes, rebar, a half-built concrete core below, the city waking under thin mist. The man fills about one fifth of the frame height. Proud and content, not dramatic. No text, no letters, no hangul, no readable signs, no logos.