Gritnoise! Today I, Gritner’s Anton, went out for hotpot brunch with my friends, Roesjad’s Wonbin, Edurne’s Wonbin, Caintje’s Wonbin, Sveic’s Anton, Walst’s Wonbin, Rocheveil’s Wonbin, and Scythe’s Anton & Sohee. We didn’t plan much, just followed hunger and ended up around a table that slowly filled with steam, noise, and comfort. The broth kept bubbling, my phone stayed face down, and everyone talked over each other like we always do.

Edurne’s Wonbin was halfway through telling a story when Sveic’s Anton accidentally spilled the sauce, everywhere. For a split second there was silence, then chaos. Roesjad’s Wonbin grabbed tissues, I laughed too loud, Caintje’s Wonbin tried to save the table, Rocheveil’s Wonbin wouldn’t stop teasing, Scythe’s Anton just smiled, Scythe’s Sohee made it worse with jokes, and Walst’s Wonbin kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” while laughing anyway.

Nothing big happened, really. Just food, laughter, and time slowing down. And somehow, that was everything.

 

ㅤsilhoutte: 🩻⠲ㅤvol. 1998
(architecture of the unkempt)
\
ㅤas the traffic lights bleed red and gold
across his face, he finds a solitary bench.
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he doesn’t belong to the polished glass towers or the hurried suits; he belongs to the grit, the late-night diners, and the echoes between buildings.

/ 럭비; 11

faint white lines across
his knuckles, trophies
of a physical life. ⓘ .. 🏈