Restfulness from Unfamiliarity.

I want to talk about my favorite café. When I stroll at leisure toward Sang-su dong through streets swarmed with people in Hong-Dae of Seoul, a quiet residential area appears where are little visitor’s steps. The unusual café –YRI CAFÉ- is located at the ordinary street. Just as soon as open the door slowly, an odd song sounds through the thick cigarette smoke like a fog. Passing over the creaked wooden floorboard, I seat at a blackish cracked chair and listen clam mysterious music. Then I feel wired like I’m in a different space time that completely out of boring regular ordinary life. In the café, because there are guitar player, people who drawing or writing something, I deluded I’m in the artist’s safe house. Furthermore, there are various artistic books, from worn old books to hot newest design magazines prepared for people in the café. Whenever I’m in the café, I have relaxedness like I rest in a shadow of old tree and extraordinary freedom.