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"“It had disappeared, with the children. What happened that day is not called a departure or a removal. It’s called deportation. And we documented it.”
As someone who has had family members and friends deported, gone to spots to see others get off a planes, vans, trucks with nothing on their person not even shoe laces… that was rough, I still feel that anger feel it swell up in your chest bursting to come out" — Jun 06, 2023 08:11AM
"“It had disappeared, with the children. What happened that day is not called a departure or a removal. It’s called deportation. And we documented it.”
As someone who has had family members and friends deported, gone to spots to see others get off a planes, vans, trucks with nothing on their person not even shoe laces… that was rough, I still feel that anger feel it swell up in your chest bursting to come out" — Jun 06, 2023 08:11AM
“I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. Why, even if the details of our attacks vary, survivors can lock eyes and get it without having to explain. Perhaps it is not the particulars of the assault itself that we have in common, but the moment after; the first time you are left alone. Something slipping out of you. Where did I go. What was taken. It is terror swallowed inside silence. An unclipping from the world where up was up and down was down.”
― Know My Name
― Know My Name
“Illness is a story told in the past tense.”
― Turtles All the Way Down
― Turtles All the Way Down
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
―
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
―
“Then why don’t you live a random life with me?” I asked. Jeong-il shook his head. “I’m not the type.” “How could you know that now?” “Because I do. Those things are already decided from the start.” “You sound like a diabolical scientist.” “No, this is different. What I’m talking about is something like a person’s role in life.” “Forget about roles.” “If I did that, I’d stop being me.”
― Go
― Go
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