Jelena ✨

“¿Está muerto ahora tu cuerpo triste? ¿Me recordó tu cuerpo de vez en cuando? En este instante, mi cuerpo sí recuerda el tuyo. Recuerda aquel corto y doloroso abrazo, tus manos temblorosas y tus mejillas tibias, tus ojos anegados en lágrimas.”
― Han Kang, Greek Lessons

“If there was a time when he would want to see her again, it would certainly be then. When both youth and flesh would have fallen away. When there would be no time left for desire. When only one thing would remain to be done once that meeting was over: to separate. To part from their own bodies, and thus to part forever.”
― Han Kang, The White Book

“If snow is the silence that falls from the sky, perhaps rain is an endless sentence.”
― Han Kang, Greek Lessons

“Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here In this unfamiliar city?

When I go out into the streets, the scraps of conversation that pull into focus when the speaker brushes past me, the words stamped on street and stop signs, are almost all incomprehensible. At times my body feels like a prison, a solid, shifting island threading through the crowd. A sealed chamber carrying all the memories of the life I have lived and the mother tongue from which they are inseparable. The more stubborn the isolation, the more vivid these unlooked-for fragments, the more oppressive their weight. So that it seems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into my own interior.”
― han kang, The White Book