My old friend, these poems that you preach
They're being wasted as you speak
Remind me once more how they came to be your calling
Do you even know you're falling?
“Sadece seni özlemiştim. Yanımda olmayan senin ellerini... Açık kahverengi teninin üzerinden görünen koyu mavi damarlarını...”
-Han Kang, Yunanca Dersleri.