After pushing up the glasses that slid down, he turned over the page. There was no greater joy than reading a book on a soft sofa under the fan that spun with a low hum. These days, reading could be done on the PC or the phone, but he never got used to reading a book on a screen. It would hurt his eyes if he kept reading like that.

Above all, he couldn’t feel the sensation of turning each page over. The vertical presses of a key didn’t feel right when moving to the next page. Only when feeling the sensation of paper rubbing against each other as he turned the page did he feel like he was properly reading. To borrow the younger generation’s words, he was ‘behind the times’.

“Hey, I gave you food just a moment ago.”

Yoon Moonjoong watched Dalgu as he wagged his tail by his feet and eventually closed his book with a smile. He hadn’t been taking him out on walks recently.

He put on a leash and opened the door. It was August 21st. The sun was scattering rays of heat as though to boast that it was nearing the end of summer. As soon as he took a step outside, he missed his spot in front of the fan, but he couldn’t win against...