Julia Cho

“So I stepped back and looked at myself, really looked at myself. The whole of me contained in this simple wooden frame. And then I saw it. I saw what my father saw. It was there the whole time.
I saw my own death.
I saw myself, lying in a wooden coffin. Just like how once, years ago, my father saw his own self lying in a coffin.
And I saw how, even though we are alive, we are already in some respects dead. Even in the daily movements of life, we are already in our graves.
Thats what my father was trying to tell me. You are always already dead. So why not live?”
― Julia Cho, Aubergine