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"That evening is the limit of the world, and I've just happened upon it, by accident…My own presence is the only thing with a distinct outline now, an outline that quivers and undulates…And all of a sudden I know: there's nothing for it now, here I am." — 19 hours, 45 min ago
"That evening is the limit of the world, and I've just happened upon it, by accident…My own presence is the only thing with a distinct outline now, an outline that quivers and undulates…And all of a sudden I know: there's nothing for it now, here I am." — 19 hours, 45 min ago
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"There’s all sorts in the water now that wasn’t there when he was just a lad. Strange chemicals and pesticides and sewage…Fleeting things, but if you’re asking him, they augur trouble - it’s been hard to sleep of late. His dreams are full of slag heaps made from rotten shrimp, and he’s there in amongst them with a shovel, trying to clear a path." — Nov 19, 2025 05:00AM
"There’s all sorts in the water now that wasn’t there when he was just a lad. Strange chemicals and pesticides and sewage…Fleeting things, but if you’re asking him, they augur trouble - it’s been hard to sleep of late. His dreams are full of slag heaps made from rotten shrimp, and he’s there in amongst them with a shovel, trying to clear a path." — Nov 19, 2025 05:00AM
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"Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth! …The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires." — Nov 17, 2025 03:16AM
"Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth! …The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires." — Nov 17, 2025 03:16AM
“In Korean, that word is jeong. It is one of the most meaningful word in my language. It is even more meaningful than sarang, which is the “love,” because jeong is not a duty. It is that feeling of the glad heart when you see someone.”
― Skinship
― Skinship
“The certainty’s gone, as you say. But that’s exactly what you just said distinguishes our age from theirs. We can’t go back, or pretend we are back. We have to go on from where we are. In doubt.”
― The Tomb Guardians
― The Tomb Guardians
“Before killing a man, I always found it calming to regard the trees. Lying on my back in the long grass fringing the King’s Road and gazing at the green and brown matrix above, branches creaking and leaves whispering in the late-morning breeze, brought a welcome serenity. I had found this to be true ever since my first faltering steps into this forest as a boy ten years before. When the heart began to thud and sweat beaded my brow, the simple act of looking up at the trees brought a respite, one made sweeter by the knowledge that it would be short lived.”
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“I could have said their sleep is a challenge to us , to wake up….I could have said they sleep in sorrow for us who sleep through so many levels of our lives…they tell us that we, too, are guarding a tomb. We don’t know what’s in it. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps what was once in it has gone. We’re scared to look. But we go on guarding it.”
― The Tomb Guardians
― The Tomb Guardians
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