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Seoul Drone Show l Sept. 2025 l 서울시
È vero che gli uomini sono fondamentalmente crudeli? L’esperienza della crudeltà è l’unica cosa che ci accomuna come specie? La dignità a cui ci aggrappiamo non è altro che un’autoillusione, un modo per nasconderci questa unica verità - che ciascuno di noi può essere ridotto a un insetto, a una bestia rapace, a un ammasso di carne? Può farsi degradare, distruggere, massacrare… È questo il destino ultimo del genere umano, un destino che la storia ha confermato come qualcosa di ineluttabile? - Atti umani, Han Kang
No es preciso que te perdone ni que pidas perdón, porque yo no te conozco.
Young-hye's husband is the reality of the most in the real world, especially in arranged marriage, which seems to me a disaster. Because as long as you're not a drama according to them — no appeal, no demands, no choice, no discussion, no resisting — you're a good wife. As soon as you start with even a little of your choice, you become an object from a person, which seems too distinct to you. But you were an object for them to begin with. An object or a clay, adjusted, molded as they desire.
We have compiled a list of books by female writers that we believe capture different facets of the female experience
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If Franz Kafka and Stephen King had a baby and that baby grew up and wrote a book, this would be that book. #wtfdidijustread #thevegetarian #hankang #goodbook #butwtf #bookstagram
In Bed, a poem inspired by The Vegetarian by Han Kang
an orgasm these days a gunshot to my chest
Interrupt the flow of time dull screech of the dryer
machine, insisting things are no longer the same
I must open the door of my bulleted heart
and give you a new home
Far away, blood detergent
boils you shut and
My ejaculations end embraced in solid Daddy’s arms
not shot, not washed but his cock swabs
a smile on my mouth
Finally-!
the seconds stretch I feel it last
I reach up,
a person
holds me
sane
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