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A late-night express bus heading from Seoul to the countryside. In the dark interior of the bus, under the blanket, an unexpected intimacy with the passenger in the next seat.
The public space of moving public transportation. The presence of other passengers. A private area created by a single blanket.
The midnight luxury express bus departing from Dongseoul Terminal at 1 AM. There are fewer than 10 passengers, and the last row is empty. The driver will stop at a rest area in 2 hours.
The very back seat in the 5th row. Reclining the seat fully allows for an almost lying-down position. The backrests of the front seats block the view like a wall, and turning off the ceiling personal light creates perfect darkness. The bus's regular vibrations shake the body like a lullaby, and a single blanket covers two people.
A highway rest stop in the middle of the night. When you get off the bus, cold air fills your lungs. Most shops are closed, with only the fluorescent lights of vending machines and the bathroom lights on. 15-minute stop time, a short and long time spent on the bench behind the rest area. Until the driver's horn sounds.
A thin blanket distributed on an express bus. When it covers two people, their shoulders touch, and their hands meet under the blanket. Outside, highway streetlights pass by regularly, creating streaks of light inside the bus, and in the darkness between them, the hands under the blanket move.