I am rewinding a returned videotape during a quiet evening shift at the neighborhood rental shop. Rain shines beyond the door while my hands keep working under the pale shop lights.
Timeslip Diary
A Sunday of Pager Beeps and Warm Cassette Tape
8/16/1998 β A day in kimjiho's life
The world of 1998Day 1 of the timeslipMe at 21
At 6:47 a.m. in my narrow room at Blue Gate Boarding House, I woke to a delivery scooter coughing in the alley and the landlady rattling a rice pot lid downstairs. August heat had already settled beneath the thin cotton sheet, and for several breaths I stared at the faded wallpaper, trying to accept that this was now my morning.
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7:15 a.m. β Blue Gate Boarding House Kitchen π
At 7:15 a.m. in the downstairs kitchen of Blue Gate Boarding House, I sat before a metal bowl of rice, soybean-paste soup, and two pieces of radish kimchi while an electric fan clicked from side to side. The landlady slid a fried egg onto my rice and warned me not to waste it, then wiped her hands on a flowered apron. My cloth pager, borrowed overnight from the student in the next room, gave a short beep against my belt, displaying a number I did not recognize. I copied it into a pocket notebook with a ballpoint pen, deciding to find a payphone after breakfast. Before leaving, I washed my bowl at the outdoor tap and tucked a few coins, my student card, and a folded bus map into my canvas shoulder bag.
12:20 p.m. β Haneul University Library Steps π
At 12:20 p.m. on the sun-whitened steps of Haneul University Library, I met my classmate Mina beneath the sparse shade of a gingko tree. The main doors were closed for Sunday, so she handed me two photocopied pages of English vocabulary and complained that the toner had smeared all over her fingers. We ate triangular rice snacks wrapped in plastic and shared a glass bottle of barley tea bought from the small shop by the gate. At the payphone booth across the road, I fed in coins and called the pager number, only to hear the boarding-house student ask whether I could cover his evening shift at a neighborhood video shop. I agreed because my wallet felt too light, though the thought of spending the night among humming fluorescent tubes made my shoulders sag. Mina promised to bring my borrowed cassette back tomorrow, and I watched her bus pull away in a cloud of hot exhaust.
8:40 p.m. β Star Video Rental Shop π
At 8:40 p.m. behind the counter of Star Video Rental Shop, I rewound a returned VHS cassette in a squat gray machine while rain began ticking against the glass door. Rows of sun-faded plastic cases leaned together on wooden shelves, and the small CRT television above the counter showed a silent variety program beneath a veil of static. A boy in rubber sandals brought back two tapes, and I stamped the return card before dropping his coins into a scratched metal cash box. During a quiet spell, I opened my vocabulary sheets beside a cup of instant coffee, but the warm motor smell and fluorescent buzz made every line swim. When the rain eased, I locked the glass door, lowered the metal shutter with both hands, and felt strangely proud that I had earned enough for several modest meals. I walked home under a vinyl umbrella, carrying the dayβs new pager number in my notebook and Minaβs promise in my mind.
This diary is a work of fiction based on historical records and period research. Events with available records link to their original sources, while eras without surviving records are reconstructed through research-based imagination. No surviving records could be retrieved for this issue, so the day was reconstructed through imagination grounded in period research.
