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Sleet
There is none of us whom life regards with any partiality. Sleet falls as she walks these streets, holding this knowledge inside her. Sleet that leaves cheeks and eyebrows heavy with moisture. Everything passes.
She bears this remembrance - the knowledge that everything she has clung to will fall away from her and vanish - through the streets where the sleet is falling, that is neither rain nor snow…

When it first begins to fall, people stop what they are doing and turn their attention to the snow. On a bus, they lift their eyes from their laps and gaze out of the window for a time. Once the snow has been soundlessly strewn about, with an equal absence of joy or sorrow, and the street's erasure is complete, the people turn their faces away, and the blurring streaks are no longer reflected in their eyes.

giving han kang another chance because there must be something better than the vegetarian