Yesterday the god of thunder got dementia and burned every cloud in the sky. Today the goddess of beauty is wailing over her wrinkles. Daniel Kang packs the belongings of Seoul's unclaimed dead for a living, until a charred old man steps out of an empty hearse and presses a rusted nameplate into his palm. Now he's the caretaker of a retirement home for forgotten gods, and his own name is starting to fade from the human world.
Yesterday the god of thunder got dementia and burned every cloud in the sky. Today the goddess of beauty is wailing over her wrinkles. Daniel Kang packs the belongings of Seoul's unclaimed dead for a living, until a charred old man steps out of an empty hearse and presses a rusted nameplate into his palm. Now he's the caretaker of a retirement home for forgotten gods, and his own name is starting to fade from the human world.
Yesterday the god of thunder got dementia and burned every cloud in the sky. Today the goddess of beauty is wailing over her wrinkles. Daniel Kang packs the belongings of Seoul's unclaimed dead for a living, until a charred old man steps out of an empty hearse and presses a rusted nameplate into his palm. Now he's the caretaker of a retirement home for forgotten gods, and his own name is starting to fade from the human world.