Zoé Daniel

“I no longer felt fifteen. Thirty-five, forty-five ; these numbers came, in turn, to feel somehow insufficient. Not even sixty-five, no, nor seventy-five, seemed to encompass what I was.
I wasn't JeongDae any more, the runt of the year. I wasn't Park JeongDae, whose ideas of love and fear were both bound up in the figure of his sister. A strange violence welled up within me, not spurred by the fact of my death, but simply because of the thoughts that wouldn't stop tearing through me, the things I needed to know. Who killed me, who killed my sister, and why. The more of myself I devoted to these questions, the firmer this new strength within me became.
The ceaseless flow of blood, blood that flowed from a place without eyes or cheeks, darkened, thickened, into a vicious treacle ooze.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“March 24, 2018

How long do souls linger by the side of their bodies?
Do they really flutter away like some kind of bird? Is that what trembles the edges of the candle flame?”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“I think of the festering wound in my side.
Of the bullet that tore in there.
The strange chill, the seemingly blunt force, of that initial impact,
That instantly became a lump of fire churning my insides,
Of the hole it made in my other side, where it flew out and
tugged my hot blood behind it.
Of the barrel it was blasted out of.
Of the smooth trigger.
Of the eye that had me in it's sights.
Of the eyes of the one who gave the order to fire.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“L'épisode précédent est la mauvaise réponse de l'épisode suivant.
Non. Je connais la fin. La fin définie par le sang.
Mon chien noir va grandir de plus en plus, devenir de plus en plus sauvage. Il me mordra, déchirera mon corps, me tuera.
C'est juste une question de temps.
La douleur n'en finit pas. Le chien noir ne s'en va pas.”
― Song Si-Woo, Le Jour du chien noir