The Forgotten Postbox — The Haze Diary, Entry #1

 

Ricoh GR3X
Positive Film

In a quiet alley of Jeju,

I found an old postbox — rusted, faded, almost forgotten.

How many stories must have passed through it?
Letters filled with joy, sorrow, and longing…

Now its colors have worn away,
and rust slowly covers its surface,
yet to me, it feels as if it’s beginning
to write a story of its own.

Though aged and weathered,
it still stands among the overgrown leaves,
not just old — but beautifully timeless.

“Vintage.”
A word that fits it perfectly.

We, too, may grow older and fade from memory,
but we can always begin a new story.

There is no “too late.”
There is only a beginning.

— The Haze Diary, Vol. 1