I found these at a used bookstore in a grotty underground mall:
Manuel Castells? Teresa Ebert? You’d have a hard time finding these anywhere, let alone in a non-English speaking country. How did they get to a tiny hole-in-the-wall shop that also sells records, and whose proprietor smokes and drinks beer in the back (and in the front)? Did someone die, retire, get disillusioned? There’s no way they could end up there randomly, clearly they were part of a collection. Which has since been dumped in central Seoul for $5-10 a piece. When I get a job, I know the first place I’m going to assuage my alienation.