Cursed Bunny

by Bora Chung

The woman took off her underwear and sanitary pad. She stuck the pad smeared with her menstrual blood on the head’s face and shoved it down the toilet. She flushed.

Days had no highs or lows, weren’t particularly good or bad, and she thought herself more or less content.

The woman quietly went about her life—cooking for her husband and child, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the house, shopping, and generally immersing herself in years comprised of unremarkable, peaceful days.

Partly because she had nothing else to do, but more so because she thought if she concentrated hard enough on the screen, she might decrease an odd-feeling little space that had appeared in her heart. The space felt empty sometimes, full at others, and bitter or aching at still other times. This strange little space, if she ever let her guard down, could suddenly blow up in size and consume her.

So she kept watching TV, trying to empty her heart and mind as she gazed upon the meaningless progression of scenes on the screen.

a young woman in her thirties who wore an unbelievable amount of makeup.

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would soon join her husband in that place from which they could never return.

But for the alleged crimes of not being connected to powerful people, for not having the capital to make such connections, an entire family was smashed to pieces and its remains scattered to the winds.

“Life, really, is so unfair. Everyone is born the same way, but some steal husbands, others are sucked dry and spat out like used chewing gum …

“Don’t you think it’s so unfair? Alone when alive, and still alone when dead.”

Gazing at the faces of their new-born children, the man and his wife felt they had reached the pinnacle of all happiness under heaven.

the location of my every possession within the house,

Unlike with the bodies of humans, we cannot formalize our farewell with artificial beings, nor can we bury or cremate them. All we can do is call the manufacturer and pass them on for disposal.

The feeling of doing something forbidden disconcerted her and scared her a little, but it was also pleasurable and secretly thrilling.

“There is death at the end of such life.” The master of the wind and sand’s voice was soft. The princess nodded. “I know. But I will live life fully until my very moment of death.”

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I didn’t believe in any bright future for me. I didn’t know if I would even be able to make a living. Therefore, “a moment ago” was always the best moment, and the present was always better than the future.

I couldn’t continue this state of hovering between reality and unreality forever.

… If I could make a wish I want to be just a little happier If I become too happy I will miss sadness

Life I love life … I don’t know what I want but I still expect a lot

So not being bad was my purpose.

Once you experience a terrible trauma and understand the world from an extreme perspective, it is difficult to overcome this perspective. Because your very survival depends on it.

Still, understanding and forgiving are completely different things.

… If I could make a wish I wouldn’t know what to say. What should I wish for The bad times or the good times

I had no hope anymore for good times, but I didn’t want to wish for bad times, either. I was waiting for something but didn’t know what to hope for. There was no future. All of our survival skills were trapped in the past.

That moment is short, but long after it has passed, good times as well as bad slip like sand through their fingers as they meaninglessly repeat and confirm their survival.

No one asked us, when we were still nameless Whether we wanted to live or not Now I wander the big city alone Looking in doors and windows Waiting and waiting for something …

There was nothing left for me to wait for. But there I remained, standing in his bathroom, waiting for someone to miraculously find me, to release me from my ties to this life.