I used to have dreams of Korea when I was younger - of shigol and the river we had to cross and the hill directly behind the house, of Seoul and the school nearby and playing on the streets - and the half-remembered and half-formed places in these dreams were completed by my imagination until I didn't know how much of it was real and how much only existed in my mind. After all these years, even what was real then now only exists in my head, so this time I took pictures of everything I saw, that I would never forget my waking dream.