On my way to a very corporate office in downtown Seoul I got turned around and had to detour along an avenue of tiny shops that's a kind of a commercial ghetto for random objects. The stalls are crammed together with no space in between and sell every imaginable item categorized very specifically by type. Like a tactile card catalogue for objects. Each one is a cabinet of curiosities that seems to beg for closer inspection: light switches, rubber bands of every size and thickness, lamps, wires and engines. The guys running them look tough and jaded as hell holding their cigarettes in their teeth with a far-off look in their eyes. These men have the opposite effect of their merchandise, making you think twice about entering just to browse. Their faces seem the very definition of single-minded purpose. Not the browsing type. This shop was unoccupied so I felt brave enough to snap a couple of photos. The geography of the place seemed to be pulling my gaze inside. First along the walls of tightly packed  items that looked incomprehensible. Deeper to the middle ground to that clock on the wall that seemed to stand for all clocks. Then finally all the way to the very back. The glowing light of a small TV set burning like a mechanical hearth.