June

“After you died I couldn't hold a funeral,
So these eyes that once beheld you became a shrine.
These ears that once heard your voice became a shrine.
These lungs that once inhaled your breath became a shrine.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“After you died I could not hold a funeral,
And so my life became a funeral.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“Why are we walking in the dark, let's go over there, where the flowers are blooming.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“Soundlessly, and without fuss, some tender thing deep inside me broke. Something that, until then, I hadn't even realized was there.”
― Han Kang, Human Acts