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The Shop That Sells Memories

The Shop That Sells Memories

著者： LucaAr
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 Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant My name is Kang Min-jae, 29 years old. My profession? Memory merchant. At 7 AM sharp, I unfailingly open the door to my small shop bearing the sign "Memorium." From the outside, it looks like an ordinary café, but instead of coffee, we sell memories here. To be precise, we buy, sell, store, and heal them. People in this world fall into two categories: those who want to remember, and those who want to forget. I work as a broker between them—sometimes like a doctor, sometimes like a counselor, sometimes just as someone who listens. But my own memories... they only go back three years. Everything before that is shrouded in fog, hazy and unclear. Sometimes in dreams I hear someone's voice, but it vanishes the moment I wake up. "Hyung... why did you do that..." I had the same dream again last night. Someone was calling me, crying. But I don't know who it was or why they were crying. Today, once again, I'll have to peer into someone else's memories. I'll enter their lives, feel their pain and joy alongside them, and sometimes carry their burdens for them. I find myself wondering: Who am I, really? And why did I end up doing this work?LucaAr 戯曲・演劇
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  • Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant

    Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant
    2025/05/29

    Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant

    My name is Kang Min-jae, 29 years old. My profession? Memory merchant.

    At 7 AM sharp, I unfailingly open the door to my small shop bearing the sign "Memorium." From the outside, it looks like an ordinary café, but instead of coffee, we sell memories here. To be precise, we buy, sell, store, and heal them.

    People in this world fall into two categories: those who want to remember, and those who want to forget. I work as a broker between them—sometimes like a doctor, sometimes like a counselor, sometimes just as someone who listens.

    But my own memories... they only go back three years. Everything before that is shrouded in fog, hazy and unclear. Sometimes in dreams I hear someone's voice, but it vanishes the moment I wake up.

    "Hyung... why did you do that..."

    I had the same dream again last night. Someone was calling me, crying. But I don't know who it was or why they were crying.

    Today, once again, I'll have to peer into someone else's memories. I'll enter their lives, feel their pain and joy alongside them, and sometimes carry their burdens for them.

    I find myself wondering: Who am I, really? And why did I end up doing this work?
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  • Chapter 1 - The Shop That Sells Memories

    Chapter 1 - The Shop That Sells Memories
    2025/05/29
    Chapter 1 - The First Customer: Wounds of LoveDing-a-ling! The small bell above the door chimed. 9 AM on the dot—my first customer of the day."Hello... is this the place that... erases memories?"A woman with an exhausted voice entered. Kim Seo-yeon, estimated age 29. She carried a designer handbag, but her nails showed signs of being bitten, and dark circles were visible beneath her makeup."That's right. Please, have a seat."I guided her to the chair in front of the counter. This space might look like an ordinary café on the surface, but it hides special devices. The chairs have microscopic brainwave sensors embedded in them, and the tables contain memory extraction equipment."Would you like some tea? It's an herbal blend with calming properties...""No, thank you. I just... I want to get this over with quickly."Seo-yeon trembled as she pulled a thick envelope from her handbag."I don't know how much is in here, but I'll give you everything. Please... please erase the memories of that man.""Please calm down first, and tell me slowly. What memories would you like erased?"Tears began falling from Seo-yeon's eyes."My boyfriend... we dated for three years. Yesterday... yesterday I found out he was cheating on me. Not just with one woman, but multiple women."It's a common story. But that doesn't make it any less painful for the person experiencing it."How specifically did you find out?""I saw messages on his phone... SNS conversations. It wasn't just one or two people. There were at least five, and... even my friend was involved."Seo-yeon continued with her head bowed. "Pathetic, isn't it? I was fooled for three whole years. Everyone around me knew, but I didn't. Or maybe... maybe I just didn't want to know.""You mentioned your friend was involved...""My college classmate, Soo-jin... I thought she was my closest friend, but she'd been seeing my boyfriend for six months. Every time I worked late, every time I went on business trips..."Seo-yeon's voice grew quieter. "Whenever he told me he was 'too busy' or had 'a lot of work,' I said I understood, that it was okay. I even bragged to Soo-jin about how wonderful my boyfriend was."I placed my hand on her shoulder. Instantly, her emotions flowed into me—betrayal, anger, self-loathing, and above all, deep hurt."Seo-yeon, you need to think carefully about memory deletion. Once they're erased, there's no going back.""I don't care. I want everything related to him gone. From the moment we first met until last night when we broke up... everything."I opened the menu, but first, an explanation was needed."There's something you should know. Memories don't just disappear—they transfer somewhere else. If you have them completely erased, I'll take on those memories myself.""Is that... okay with you?""It's my job. But I don't recommend total deletion. If you erase three years of memories, all the growth that happened during that time disappears too. Everything you learned and felt during that period would be gone."Seo-yeon pondered for a long time. "Then... what would you recommend?""You have several options. First, selective deletion—we remove only the particularly painful memories. Second, emotional separation—we keep the memories but neutralize the emotions associated with them. Third, memory storage—we remove them now, but you can retrieve them when you're ready someday.""What's emotional separation like?""The memories remain, but the pain and anger you feel when recalling them disappear. You'll be able to accept them calmly, like listening to someone else's story."Seo-yeon thought for a long time before speaking."Please do emotional separation. I want to keep the memories... there were good moments too. When we first held hands, our first kiss... those are part of my life."It was a wise choice."Understood. Let's begin then. You might feel a bit dizzy, so just relax and lean back."I took both of Seo-yeon's hands in mine. Soon, I entered her memories.First memory: A chance encounter at a university café."I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The man who spilled coffee apologetically offered tissues. Park Jung-woo, 27 years old. Two years older than Seo-yeon. Graduate student in business administration."Oh, it's fine. It didn't get on my clothes." Seo-yeon answered with a smile. I could feel the flutter of their first meeting.Second memory: Their first date. Fireworks at Han River Park.Jung-woo draped his jacket over Seo-yeon's shoulders. "Tell me if you're cold. I'll hold you."Seo-yeon's heart raced. She'd never felt this way before.Third memory: Their first kiss. Under a streetlight in a university alley.Jung-woo gently placed his hand on Seo-yeon's cheek. "May I kiss you?"Seo-yeon closed her eyes and nodded.As I examined each memory, I carefully left the happy moments intact while delicately separating out the painful emotions.Fourth memory: The first suspicion. Six months ago, a notification on Jung-woo's phone at 2 AM."Who is it?""Oh, a coworker. Probably sent by ...
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  • Chapter 2 - The Store That Sells Memories

    Chapter 2 - The Store That Sells Memories
    2025/05/29
    Chapter 2 - The Second Customer, Lost HappinessAt 2 PM, the second customer walked in. Park Min-su, 45 years old. His suit was neat but his shirt was wrinkled, his beard unshaven for days, and most telling of all were the deep dark circles under his eyes that spoke volumes about his condition."I heard that... I can buy memories here."It was an unusual request. Most people came to erase memories, but buyers were rare."What kind of memory are you looking for?"Min-su pulled out an old photograph from his wallet. It was a happy family photo—a young Min-su, a beautiful wife, and what looked like a 5-year-old daughter."I want to recover... happy memories with them.""What do you mean by 'recover'?""I lost my wife and daughter in a car accident five years ago. The shock was so great that... I lost all memories related to them. Even the good ones."Min-su's voice trembled."The doctors said it was psychogenic amnesia. The trauma was so severe that my brain blocked out the memories to protect itself. But... but I didn't want to lose all those happy times we shared."I took his hand and peered into his memories. Indeed, only memories from five years ago onward remained. Everything before that was a complete blank."So you have no memories of your family at all.""I can't remember my wife's voice or my daughter's laughter. I don't even remember how we met or when we got married... I only know them through photos and videos."Min-su clenched his fists."Every night I search for them in my dreams. But since I can't remember their faces or voices... I can't even meet them in my dreams.""But I can't create fake memories for you. We only deal with real memories.""Real memories?"I led him to the back of the shop. Opening the door marked 'Memory Archive' revealed an enormous warehouse. Hundreds of glass bottles were arranged on shelves, each containing memories donated by different people.They varied in size and color. Happy memories glowed with warm golden light, sad memories emitted blue light, and memories of anger radiated red light."What is this?""These are memories that other people have stored or donated. Some people want to erase painful memories but don't want them to disappear completely, so they leave them here. And some of these..."I pointed to a corner marked 'Donation.'"These are memories from people who donated them. People who found them too painful for themselves but thought they might help someone else."Min-su's eyes lit up."So... might there be someone who donated happy memories with their family?"I examined the donation section and found one particular bottle: 'Joy of First Child's Birth - Anonymous Donor, 26-year-old Female.'"This memory... who donated it?""A woman who became an unwed mother in her early twenties. She was in such dire financial straits that she had no choice but to give the child up for adoption. The guilt was so overwhelming that she wanted to erase all memories related to the birth."I pulled out the donor's letter."But she left this letter: 'I hope this memory can help someone who truly misses their family.'"Tears fell from Min-su's eyes."Could I... have that memory?""But that's someone else's child. Not your daughter.""I don't care. The joy, the excitement, the feeling of love... I want to experience those emotions again. I want to know how I felt waiting for my daughter, what it was like when I first held her..."I carefully opened the bottle. Warm golden light seeped out."Are you ready?"Min-su nodded. I pressed the light against his forehead.Suddenly, the scene of a hospital delivery room unfolded. After the pain of labor, a baby's first cry could be heard."Congratulations. It's a healthy baby girl."The nurse placed the newborn in waiting arms. A small, warm life. The entire world was filled with this tiny being."Hello, my daughter... do you know how long mommy has been waiting for you?"Love enveloped everything. I never knew such emotions existed in this world. The feeling that you could do anything for someone.Min-su smiled brightly through his tears."This is it... this is how it felt. When I first saw our daughter, I must have felt exactly like this."But I had to receive the other memories as well—the donor's pain too. The day she gave the child to the adoption agency."Live well... mommy is sorry."A final embrace. And then eternal separation.That sorrow entered me. While I gave Min-su only the joy, I received the donor's pain in its entirety."Thank you... thank you so much."Min-su paid 5 million won and left the shop. I could feel a father's warmth in his retreating figure.I looked in the mirror. Another emotion had been etched onto my face. Following Seo-yeon's pain, now I carried a mother's sorrow of separation."It's getting heavier."But something was strange. Today, my reflection in the mirror seemed unfamiliar, as if I were looking at someone else.I suddenly became curious. Who am I? Why did I end up doing this work? And... why do my memories only go back three years?
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