Songju4.0🎬Harper, Belize, Antarctica "Heaven, I'm in Heaven?" "Night flight to San Francisco. Chase the moon across America. God! It’s been years since I was on the plane! When we hit thirty-five thousand feet, we’ll have reached the tropopause. The great belt of calm air. As close as I'll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening… But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the palgue, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so." 미국이 지나온 한 챕터 변화와 진보, 삶에 대한 의지와 희망, 용서와 연대 고려대 영문과 "American Drama" 2024-2좋아요2댓글0
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🎬Harper, Belize, Antarctica "Heaven, I'm in Heaven?" "Night flight to San Francisco. Chase the moon across America. God! It’s been years since I was on the plane! When we hit thirty-five thousand feet, we’ll have reached the tropopause. The great belt of calm air. As close as I'll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening… But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the palgue, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so." 미국이 지나온 한 챕터 변화와 진보, 삶에 대한 의지와 희망, 용서와 연대 고려대 영문과 "American Drama" 2024-2
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