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차가운 눈은 언젠가는 녹을테니까 나의 마음도 녹아내리길
CONCEPTUALISATION - She acknowledges the passing of someone who is still alive...
EMPATHY - You.
YOU - It's not possible to live.
EMPATHY - You.
YOU - It's not possible to live.
October 8, 2026 at 2:42 PM
CONCEPTUALISATION - She acknowledges the passing of someone who is still alive...
EMPATHY - You.
YOU - It's not possible to live.
EMPATHY - You.
YOU - It's not possible to live.
DOLORES DEI - “Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?” She sounds downright angry. “I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go...”
October 8, 2026 at 1:41 PM
DOLORES DEI - “Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?” She sounds downright angry. “I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go...”
i want to chew through electric wires and electrocute myself. i want to close my head in something heavy with a locking mechanism.
October 8, 2026 at 12:42 PM
i want to chew through electric wires and electrocute myself. i want to close my head in something heavy with a locking mechanism.
INLAND EMPIRE - This is a man with a lot of past, but little present. And almost no future.
October 8, 2026 at 11:42 AM
INLAND EMPIRE - This is a man with a lot of past, but little present. And almost no future.
no one wants to know what you're saying 'til you're speaking in code. (edoc ni gnikaeps er'uoy lit' gniyas er'uoy tahw wonk ot stnaw eno on)
October 8, 2026 at 10:42 AM
no one wants to know what you're saying 'til you're speaking in code. (edoc ni gnikaeps er'uoy lit' gniyas er'uoy tahw wonk ot stnaw eno on)
INLAND EMPIRE - A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in...
YOU - Why?
INLAND EMPIRE - Perhaps there's someone there? Under the water. Waiting for you.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Where it has always been.
YOU - Why?
INLAND EMPIRE - Perhaps there's someone there? Under the water. Waiting for you.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Where it has always been.
October 8, 2026 at 9:43 AM
INLAND EMPIRE - A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in...
YOU - Why?
INLAND EMPIRE - Perhaps there's someone there? Under the water. Waiting for you.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Where it has always been.
YOU - Why?
INLAND EMPIRE - Perhaps there's someone there? Under the water. Waiting for you.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Where it has always been.
send my body into the ocean, cut it up. a good meal for the fishes. i can swim, i'll be alright for a while.
October 8, 2026 at 7:41 AM
send my body into the ocean, cut it up. a good meal for the fishes. i can swim, i'll be alright for a while.
INLAND EMPIRE - OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME? STOP CALLING ME! ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN?
YOU - Keep them closed.
INLAND EMPIRE - I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! STOP CALLING ME! GET LOST FROM MY LIFE, YOU RUINED IT!
YOU - Keep them closed.
INLAND EMPIRE - I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! STOP CALLING ME! GET LOST FROM MY LIFE, YOU RUINED IT!
October 8, 2026 at 6:42 AM
INLAND EMPIRE - OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME? STOP CALLING ME! ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN?
YOU - Keep them closed.
INLAND EMPIRE - I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! STOP CALLING ME! GET LOST FROM MY LIFE, YOU RUINED IT!
YOU - Keep them closed.
INLAND EMPIRE - I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! STOP CALLING ME! GET LOST FROM MY LIFE, YOU RUINED IT!
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - I am at the end of a narrow funnel. Weightless. So light it only feels like *something* to be me. In truth — perhaps I'm nothing? I certainly do not have a soul. And if I did, it would never burn.
October 8, 2026 at 5:42 AM
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - I am at the end of a narrow funnel. Weightless. So light it only feels like *something* to be me. In truth — perhaps I'm nothing? I certainly do not have a soul. And if I did, it would never burn.
DOLORES DEI - “Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?” She sounds downright angry. “I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go...”
October 8, 2026 at 4:42 AM
DOLORES DEI - “Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?” She sounds downright angry. “I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go...”
DOLORES DEI - “I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum — like I did that time when I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you for the first time, so long ago...”
October 8, 2026 at 3:42 AM
DOLORES DEI - “I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum — like I did that time when I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you for the first time, so long ago...”
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
(ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE)
(ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE)
October 8, 2026 at 2:42 AM
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
(ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE)
(ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE)
YOU - B) KEEP THE MURAL, IT IS RIGHT
DAMAGED LEDGER - A staggering seventy-eight percent of voters choose to keep it. Turns out the opposition were a loud minority. And that love truly is possible in the next world — for new people. And it is too late for us.
DAMAGED LEDGER - A staggering seventy-eight percent of voters choose to keep it. Turns out the opposition were a loud minority. And that love truly is possible in the next world — for new people. And it is too late for us.
October 8, 2026 at 1:42 AM
YOU - B) KEEP THE MURAL, IT IS RIGHT
DAMAGED LEDGER - A staggering seventy-eight percent of voters choose to keep it. Turns out the opposition were a loud minority. And that love truly is possible in the next world — for new people. And it is too late for us.
DAMAGED LEDGER - A staggering seventy-eight percent of voters choose to keep it. Turns out the opposition were a loud minority. And that love truly is possible in the next world — for new people. And it is too late for us.
YOU - “It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now.”
ACELE - “What is...?” Her shoulders shake a little.
YOU - “The dark.”
ACELE - “I know.” Her teeth rattle. She takes the device from you and places it in her lap. “I'll stick to it.”
ACELE - “What is...?” Her shoulders shake a little.
YOU - “The dark.”
ACELE - “I know.” Her teeth rattle. She takes the device from you and places it in her lap. “I'll stick to it.”
October 8, 2026 at 12:42 AM
YOU - “It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now.”
ACELE - “What is...?” Her shoulders shake a little.
YOU - “The dark.”
ACELE - “I know.” Her teeth rattle. She takes the device from you and places it in her lap. “I'll stick to it.”
ACELE - “What is...?” Her shoulders shake a little.
YOU - “The dark.”
ACELE - “I know.” Her teeth rattle. She takes the device from you and places it in her lap. “I'll stick to it.”
SHIVERS - RUN. TO THE CHURCH. HOME. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. ANYTHING BUT CALLING HER AGAIN.
October 7, 2026 at 11:42 PM
SHIVERS - RUN. TO THE CHURCH. HOME. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. ANYTHING BUT CALLING HER AGAIN.
YOU - “No, you're special. You had glowing lungs.”
DOLORES DEI - “My lungs do not *glow,* Harry. I am just like all the others. None of us having glowing lungs — stop making me into some kind of...”
DOLORES DEI - “My lungs do not *glow,* Harry. I am just like all the others. None of us having glowing lungs — stop making me into some kind of...”
October 7, 2026 at 10:42 PM
YOU - “No, you're special. You had glowing lungs.”
DOLORES DEI - “My lungs do not *glow,* Harry. I am just like all the others. None of us having glowing lungs — stop making me into some kind of...”
DOLORES DEI - “My lungs do not *glow,* Harry. I am just like all the others. None of us having glowing lungs — stop making me into some kind of...”
YOU - “I've taken responsibility for my actions now. I'm a new man. Weighty and normal.”
DOLORES DEI - She doesn't know what to say.
YOU - “I'm so fucking normal right now.”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. Okay. I'm glad.”
DOLORES DEI - She doesn't know what to say.
YOU - “I'm so fucking normal right now.”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. Okay. I'm glad.”
October 7, 2026 at 9:41 PM
YOU - “I've taken responsibility for my actions now. I'm a new man. Weighty and normal.”
DOLORES DEI - She doesn't know what to say.
YOU - “I'm so fucking normal right now.”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. Okay. I'm glad.”
DOLORES DEI - She doesn't know what to say.
YOU - “I'm so fucking normal right now.”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. Okay. I'm glad.”
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Even when you're sleeping.... And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. I feel great, mute empathy for you.
October 7, 2026 at 8:41 PM
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Even when you're sleeping.... And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. I feel great, mute empathy for you.
YOU - “There is a way back. To the kingdom of beauty. Of *us*. We need to go live in the pale, sweet love. Come, be trapped in amber with me! Forever!”
October 7, 2026 at 7:42 PM
YOU - “There is a way back. To the kingdom of beauty. Of *us*. We need to go live in the pale, sweet love. Come, be trapped in amber with me! Forever!”
YOU - “Was it? Real?”
KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.
KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.
October 7, 2026 at 6:41 PM
YOU - “Was it? Real?”
KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.
KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.
DOLORES DEI - “I'm pregnant.”
YOU - “Is it mine?”
DOLORES DEI - “Of course not.” She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes. “I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck.”
YOU - “Is it mine?”
DOLORES DEI - “Of course not.” She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes. “I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck.”
October 7, 2026 at 5:41 PM
DOLORES DEI - “I'm pregnant.”
YOU - “Is it mine?”
DOLORES DEI - “Of course not.” She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes. “I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck.”
YOU - “Is it mine?”
DOLORES DEI - “Of course not.” She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes. “I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck.”
INLAND EMPIRE - You, every morning, walking from Voyager Road to teach gym. She — leaving for the academy with her spring coat on. The air filled with the smell of smoke and raspberries and incredible hope. An ocean full of hope.
October 7, 2026 at 4:41 PM
INLAND EMPIRE - You, every morning, walking from Voyager Road to teach gym. She — leaving for the academy with her spring coat on. The air filled with the smell of smoke and raspberries and incredible hope. An ocean full of hope.
DOLORES DEI - “We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out. The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters... It's all gone.”
October 7, 2026 at 3:41 PM
DOLORES DEI - “We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out. The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters... It's all gone.”
YOU - I can get it all back.
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. You failed Elysium.
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. You failed Elysium.
October 7, 2026 at 2:41 PM
YOU - I can get it all back.
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. You failed Elysium.
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. You failed Elysium.