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It’s your body, you can treat it however you please. The only area where you’re free to do just as you like. And even that doesn’t turn out how you wanted.
— Aug 23, 2025 01:17AM
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Max
is on page 165 of 183
She took one more look around at the various objects inside the house. They did not belong to her. Just like her life had never belonged to her.
Her life was no more than a ghostly pageant of exhausted endurance, no more real than a television drama. Death, who now stood by her side, was as familiar to her as a family member, missing for a long time but now returned.
— Aug 22, 2025 03:32PM
Her life was no more than a ghostly pageant of exhausted endurance, no more real than a television drama. Death, who now stood by her side, was as familiar to her as a family member, missing for a long time but now returned.
Max
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After a while, the question came.
‘Why, is it such a bad thing to die?’
— Aug 21, 2025 07:05AM
‘Why, is it such a bad thing to die?’
Max
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‘They say my insides have all atrophied, you know.’ In-hye was lost for words. Yeong-hye moved her emaciated face closer to her sister. ‘I’m not an animal any more, sister,’ she said, first scanning the empty ward as if about to disclose a momentous secret. ‘I don’t need to eat, not now. I can live without it. All I need is sunlight.’
— Aug 21, 2025 06:59AM
Max
is on page 129 of 183
These were the moments when there might have been nothing at all the matter, the moments that never failed to lighten her heart. Might it be okay, after all, for Yeong-hye to live like this indefinitely? Here, where she didn’t have to speak if she didn’t want to, didn’t have to eat meat if the thought repulsed her? Couldn’t the two of them get along just fine with these occasional visits?
— Aug 20, 2025 11:53PM
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His red flower closed and opened repeatedly above her Mongolian mark, his penis slipping in and out of her like a huge pistil. He shuddered at the appealing nature of their union, a union of images that were somehow repellent and yet compellingly beautiful.
— Aug 20, 2025 11:34PM
Max
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There was something grotesque about the way her back was arched like a cat’s, about the unpainted space around J’s belly button, about his rigid penis. They were almost like two huge, abstracted plants.
— Aug 19, 2025 11:57PM
Max
is on page 86 of 183
Or perhaps it was simply that things were happening inside her, terrible things, which no one else could even guess at, and thus it was impossible for her to engage with everyday life at the same time. If so, she would naturally have no energy left, not just for curiosity or interest but indeed for any meaningful response to all the humdrum minutiae that went on on the surface.
— Aug 18, 2025 02:02AM
Max
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This was the body of a beautiful young woman, conventionally an object of desire, and yet it was a body from which all desire had been eliminated. But this was nothing so crass as carnal desire, not for her—rather, or so it seemed, what she had renounced was the very life that her body represented.
— Aug 18, 2025 02:00AM
