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Ingwon Chae

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For Mother

There is a painting that I remember but can’t recall from back when my mother and I used to go to the museum together every Thursday. It was an abstract painting, possibly by Jackson Pollock — I can’t be too sure — but it was stormy and intricate and troubled

Exhalation

By Ted Chiang It has long been said that air (which others call argon) is the source of life. This is not in fact the case, and I engrave these words to describe how I came to understand the true source of life and, as a corollary, the means by

Bullet in the Brain

By Tobias Wolff 💡First published in the print edition of The New Yorker's September 25, 1995, issue. Anders couldn't get to the bank until just before it closed, so of course the line was endless and he got stuck behind two women whose loud, stupid conversation

Understand

By Ted Chiang 💡This story first appeared in Asimov's Science Fiction, August 1991 and is reprinted in the collection Stories of Your Life and Others, published by Tor in 2002. A layer of ice; it feels rough against my face, but not cold. I've got nothing

Wild Geese

By Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will

On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

By Haruki Murakami One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she's not that goodlooking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing

If

By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being

A Haunted House

By Virginia Woolf Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly couple. "Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's