Epistles are one of the most sorrowful forms of mourning. Words do not reach the recipient absent from the world and only hover nearby. Starting with going to the “neighborhood where you used to live,” using the road view tools of internet mapping, the narrator tries to get nearer to “you” and then finally walks around the “neighborhood where you used to live” in person. Letting go of “you” on the edge of the neighborhood, repressed thoughts spill out at last. Images overlap, appear, disappear, and reappear. [HAHM Yeonsun, ma-te-ri-al]