에이미’s Reviews > The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On: Speculative poems tracing apocalypse from WWII's Korean comfort women to climate crisis―queer, Asian American, and urgent. > Status Update

Somewhere in a world that didn’t quite end, a woman like me is foraging for that which failed to kill her. <- This sentence is from Choi’s powerful napalm poem where Korean War refugees use partially detonated canisters as cooking fuel.

What’s the point of grieving in the future tense? This anxiety inducing inquiry occupied evening childhood dreams for years. Adult perspective made me feel what Choi calls anticipatory feelings towards the past. It becomes akin to möbius strip like narrative.