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“If Inseon had come to me as a spirit, that would mean I was alive, and if Inseon was alive, that would mean I was the apparition. Could the same warmth be spreading through both our bodies at once?”
— han kang, we do not part
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, translated by Babette Deutsch, from “You Appeared,”
“We Do Not Part, I answered. Approaching me with the kettle and two mugs in her hands, Inseon echoed the words. We Do Not Part.”
— han kang, we do not part
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva
Vilnius Bernardine Cemetery covered in blue scillas Vilnius, Lithuania | April 2025
"I wish you joy" Jane Austen, from a letter to her brother Frank (26 July 1809)
Pablo Neruda, from a poem featured in his collection titled "The Sea and the Bells,"
“So that it seems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into myz own interior.”
— han kang, the white book
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
This is a place where secrets are hidden behind stone walls and learning is almost a magical ritual.
Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde
"you have both; they must never leave you."
was playing "fetch" with the ocean today by tossing stones into it and watching them wash back up with the tide a few meters away, and it got me thinking about grief and the things we carry with us even after we lose them
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 5. To have to bear and to be the cause of such suffering! END ID]
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
