“It was around then that I realised for the first time that falling in love is like being haunted. Even before I opened my eyes in the morning, you would slip under my eyelids. When I opened them, you instantly transferred to the ceiling, the wardrobe, the windowpane, the street, the far-off sky, and glimmered there like dappled light.” (p. 31) - Han Kang my beloved 🥲
— Jul 19, 2025 12:41AM
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