Pass through Gwanghwamun and step onto the stone span of Yeongjegyo, and the stream flowing beneath your feet wets a Joseon morning and this morning of ours just the same. The rank stones in the courtyard of Geunjeongjeon remember the lines where the courtiers once stood, and Mount Bugaksan looks down on the halls along the same ridgeline it did back then. In the moment when the king's gaze and the spot where I stand overlap within a single frame, the boundary between past and present blurs.
And so this story is in black and white. In the light and shadow that remain once the splendor is stripped away, it holds the breath of a vanished dynasty and the footsteps of one person walking this very place today. From the gatekeeper at the entrance to stepping out through Wolhwamun,
Entrance — Opening the gate of time


The boundary — Crossing the bridge

Geunjeongjeon — From the king's seat





Layers of time — Past and present

The space of governance — Sajeongjeon


The banquet in the back garden — Gyeonghoeru



A different gate — On the way out

Just as the gate we enter by and the gate we leave by are different,
even walking the same place
we each come out having seen a different time.
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