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Mar 19, 2011 21:51

Whenever I begin to talk about myself, there were always more important, more urgent problems to solve, which would stop me. For tomorrow, the me of today had to be subdued. And when tomorrow arrived, that tomorrow had to disappear to make way for the next day to come. In the end there was no happy me of today. I just kept being pushed toward tomorrow. Now I find myself at the cliff. I am rather comfortable now to know that the final happy days would not come.

I now want to get out of the car that I have been forced to ride in. I want to examine the car from a distance and to check my map and compass to reassure myself of the direction. If I could, I would like to make some cushions for the seats for me and the others, so that we could have a more comfortable journey. Though the place I'm heading toward may not be a rose coloured dreamland, I would rather like to know where I am going before I take the journey.

- Chon Hye-jin

(from 'You are entrapped in an imaginary well': the formation of subjectivity within compressed development- a feminist critique of modernity and Korean culture by Cho Han Hae-joang)
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