#han kang

Is it possible to bear witness to the fact that I ended up despising my own body, the very physical stuff of my self? That

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The more she laughs, the more he ups the ante with his clowning. By the time he finishes he will have run through all the

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Standing at this border where land and water meet, watching the seemingly endless recurrence of the waves (though this

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The early hours of the morning, and the city is cloaked in fog. The border between sky and earth has been scrubbed out.

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This vanishing fragility, this oppressive weight of beauty.

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There is none of us whom life regards with any partiality. Sleet falls as she walks these streets, holding this knowledge

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I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

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This was the body of a beautiful young woman, conventionally an object of desire, and yet it was a body from which all

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She laughed. Faintly, as if there were nothing she wouldn’t do, as if limits and boundaries no longer held any meaning

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Her voice had no weight to it, like feathers. It was neither gloomy nor absentminded, as might be expected of someone who

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Her calm acceptance of all these things made her seem to him something sacred. Whether human, animal or plant, she could not

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Han Kang, Human Acts...