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I like these spaces in art galleries,
the air con pumping, the room bare
of bodies. The air con pumping,
wood and acrylic gleam and shoes
thud, shuffle on the varnished cement.
Voices like warm breaths diffuse into the air.
Outside, buildings push away
the sky and streets are made of
feet, but in here
I have room to dawdle and dream.
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gabriellelost:

last text messages from the victims of the daegu subway fire on february 18, 2003.
rough translations: 
“i’m sorry. i won’t be able to deliver the bag and shoes i was going to make you donkkatsu too… sorry… my daughter. i love you.”
“i’m tired of you hahahhahahahaha go away bye bye” 
“there’s a fire. i’m going to heaven first.”
“even without oppa, make sure to eat properly and listen to your parents… ok? haha. and don’t wait for me i’m not coming.”
“oppa has important business so i’ll be gone for a while. don’t wait for me and go back home. ok? i love you.”
“hahaha don’t wait for me hahaa i got tired of you bye!”
“study hard and grow up well daddy is sorry”
“ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ <- how i feel”
“yeah there’s a fire on the subway report it right away don’t worry and keep calm. ok? oppa is okay.”
“if i suddenly wasn’t there tomorrow what are you going to do? i’m just asking because i’m curious haha”
“don’t wait for me”
“i’m so sorry for getting angry with you this morning dear i love you forever”
the ones from the parents to their children… all the boyfriends/brothers pretending nothing is wrong… and those who tried to buffer the pain by hiding the truth that they were about to die, so that their loved ones could hate them and be less hurt.
슬프다.
“숨을 못 쉬겠어요. 살려줘요…” “여보 사랑해요, 애들 보고 싶어!” (사고 발생 8분후 통화기록중) 

gabriellelost:

last text messages from the victims of the daegu subway fire on february 18, 2003.

rough translations: 

“i’m sorry. i won’t be able to deliver the bag and shoes i was going to make you donkkatsu too… sorry… my daughter. i love you.”

“i’m tired of you hahahhahahahaha go away bye bye” 

“there’s a fire. i’m going to heaven first.”

“even without oppa, make sure to eat properly and listen to your parents… ok? haha. and don’t wait for me i’m not coming.”

“oppa has important business so i’ll be gone for a while. don’t wait for me and go back home. ok? i love you.”

“hahaha don’t wait for me hahaa i got tired of you bye!”

“study hard and grow up well daddy is sorry”

“ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ <- how i feel”

“yeah there’s a fire on the subway report it right away don’t worry and keep calm. ok? oppa is okay.”

“if i suddenly wasn’t there tomorrow what are you going to do? i’m just asking because i’m curious haha”

“don’t wait for me”

“i’m so sorry for getting angry with you this morning dear i love you forever”

the ones from the parents to their children… all the boyfriends/brothers pretending nothing is wrong… and those who tried to buffer the pain by hiding the truth that they were about to die, so that their loved ones could hate them and be less hurt.

슬프다.

“숨을 못 쉬겠어요. 살려줘요…” 
“여보 사랑해요, 애들 보고 싶어!” 
(사고 발생 8분후 통화기록중) 

Where my old boyfriend told me how obsessive I was about Minnie, Jeff celebrated our connection, making a fake newspaper cover featuring Minnie and me. (“Startling Tales of Tortoise Life! She holds me under the faucet!” the headline blared.)

…People told me about their dogs and cats who had died, and I thought, it’s easy to love the beautiful, the normal. But what about the gifts of loving the strange, the uncommon, the odd?

By http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/10/fashion/a-writers-tortoise-leads-the-way-to-happiness-modern-love.html?pagewanted=2&_r=0&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss