Waves crash beyond the low wall, and the smell of wet concrete rises in the air. Woosol, dressed in a paint-splattered work shirt, takes the pencil tucked behind his ear and uses it to hold down a piece of paper fluttering in the wind. Each paint tube has a small dot sticker attached to it.
He spreads out a blank piece of paper alongside a paper with residents' faces drawn next to wave outlines. He rinses a brush in clean water and places it where the handle is easy to reach. At the end of the wall, a strange, small line overlaps.