#deborah smith

[metamorphesque]

Human Acts, Han Kang (translated by Deborah Smith)

[antigonick]

If snow is the silence that falls from the sky, perhaps rain is an endless sentence.

—Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith and E. Yaewon, Greek Lessons

[aboutmercy]

it must have been about midnight when i felt it touch me; that breath-soft slip of incorporeal something, that faceless shadow, lacking even language, now, to give it body. i waited for a while in doubt and ignorance, of who it was, of how to communicate with it. no one had ever taught me how to address a person’s soul.

— human acts, by han kang

[saintmaudes]

A place in shadow, obscured and difficult to tread. A sentence in which Plato, no longer young, ponders and stalls for time. The indistinct voice of someone whose mouth is hidden behind their hand.

—Han Kang, Greek Lessons tr. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won

[sitting-on-me-bum]

 ‘Unspectacular Subject Photography’ 

Deborah Smith

[words-and-coffee]

She headed straight to the heart of the darkness, which lacked even a single point of light, and where not even the road beneath her feet could be seen. Like a blind owl, she walked as one with the darkness, undisturbed by it.

Bae Suah, Untold Night and Day (translated by Deborah Smith)

[primulaceas]

Han Kang, Human Acts (translated by Deborah Smith)

[sharry-arry-odd]

It's your body, you can treat it however you please. The only area where you're free to do just as you like. And even that doesn't turn out how you wanted.

The Vegetarian, by Han Kang