The fall I turned eighteen, I heard the news of my friend Kihyun’s death. He had a car accident while working part-time at a fried chicken restaurant as a delivery boy. Without any protection as a teenager or a worker, he was quickly erased from this world. I re-encounter Kihyuns accident in 2009 while reminiscing the time we’ve shared. I linger around time, facing the motorcycle culture, a friend who vanished like a ghost, and all of. Kihyuns’ spirits who are still floating around the road.