Pieces and Neuvoe

## “스파르타의 시민들, 끝이 보이지 않는 대피”: 이란 전쟁 속 예루살렘의 오늘 미국과 이스라엘이 이란을 상대로 공습을 개시한 지 1주일이 넘은 지금, 예루살렘 시민들의 일상은 ‘전쟁 피로’와 ‘불안’이 겹쳐진 채로 버티고 있다.[1][2] 이들은 미사일 경보음에 맞춰 지하 대피소로 뛰어내려가면서도, 이 전쟁이 과연 무엇을 위해 시작됐고 어디로 끝날지에 대한 답을 듣지 못한 채 또 한 번의 소모전 속으로 끌려 들어가는 느낌을 호소한다.[1][2] ### 전투기 굉음이 된 ‘백색소음’, 대피소에 사는 도시 예루살렘 중심가 독일 식민지(German Colony)에 사는 시민들은 이제 전투기의 저공 비행 소리를 일종의 ‘백색소음’처럼 받아들일 수밖에 없는 처지다.[1] 학교는 문을 닫았고, 방공 대피 시설이 없는 식당은 영업을 중단했지만, 은행과 쇼핑몰은 언제 문을 열지 모르는 ‘임시 영업’ 상태로 하루하루를 연명하고 있다.[1] 스마트폰이 쏟아내는 미사일·드론 경보음은 반려견들까지 떨리게 만들 정도로 날카롭고, 경보가 울릴 때마다 주민들은 건물 아래 낡은 물 저장고를 개조한 지하실로 몸을 숨긴다.[1] 요격 미사일 발사음, 상공에서 나는 연속적인 굉음, 그리고 나중에 전해지는 ‘어디까지 떨어졌는지’에 대한 소식이 하나로 이어져, 시민들의 긴장은 해제되지 못한 채 다시 축적된다.[1][2] ### “핵보다 미사일”: 위협의 실체와 ‘다른 선택지’들 전쟁의 명분으로 가장 자주 거론되는 것은 이란의 핵 프로그램이다.[1] 도널드 트럼프 미국 대통령과 베냐민 네타냐후 이스라엘 총리는 이란의 고농축우라늄이 미국과 이스라엘, 그리고 유럽·중동 동맹국들을 위협한다고 주장해 왔다.[1] 그러나 국제원자력기구(IAEA) 사무총장 라파엘 그로시는 3월 초 “이란에서 핵무기 제조를 위한 조직적 프로그램은 보이지 않는다”고 밝혔고, 이스라엘 전 군정보국장 아모스 야들린 역시 이란이 2003년 이후 핵무기 ‘무장화’ 계획을 중단해왔음을 인정했다.[1] 핵 개발 의혹을 관리할 대안으로...

  Some say that loving alone is unrequited love. I am alone feeling your soul and hand-knitting a sweater with a pattern I know you will love. I don't love alone, I can only feel you alone. In the moments of our love, you once let out a long sigh or changed a picture just for me. I remember those times. I want to feel the longing of being alone, so I go to romantic seaside cafes. There is a beautiful view and music is playing. Like seagulls who can't speak, we love like that. Onesided

  I've never regretted making a cheap gift so much. My wife's eyes had lost their sparkle as we lived without holidays to pay the mounting school bills. My friend thought we should still get the diamond ring, but I thought, what's the point, it's there. They grew more energized, we grew more squashed, losing the corners of our lives. It was strange, maybe I'm the one who never thought of the power of jewelry. As I walked by, I smelled the pleasant scent of people, and the trees were sending out leaves from their roots, filling in the gaps where they had failed to grow. The old dead trees easily sprouted the buds of spring. She asked, What is your name, tree of spring? The tree from a time when there were no lilacs told her she was an old willow tree, growing taller and taller, with a big piled-up roof behind it. The columns are so thick that no one can see them properly. It's not that expensive, I realize as I put the ring on, a rhinestone ring that would put a ...

 He ended his life with something that was, in the eyes of many, futile. He could not believe that the earth rotated. He believed that the sun must revolve around the earth. Death was easy and not as painful as he thought it would be. It always hurts more to be cut than to be cut. And so the man came to the end of his life with his own beliefs. The earth thought, I have a man who died for me, and the earth shed tears of emotion and let them fall to the ground. The earth saw a dilapidated building and a man with an unrefined face in a grave.

 As she undressed, her curvaceous body was naked. A few thick, black nipples, a flabby side, and lines of thighs and buttocks that dripped with vitality. As I traced the stems of the flowers on her chest, I realized my paintbrush was shaking. The naked body was glorious in the hazy afternoon sunlight. I realized that I didn't need my brother-in-law's name there. As I painted the peak of the flower on her back, I grabbed the camera from the hip and angled it up to capture her backside. With my large hand, I grasped the tip of the hair and stroked it. It was the only fiber in my flesh.

  It's a dark night, lit only by sodium lamps, and a man is following me down a deserted alleyway. I try not to pay him any mind, but then I look back. It's the same guy who forced a smile at me, and I drop my coffee cup when he deliberately places a bug on the desk in front of me. The light turns red and the passing churchgoers laugh bitterly at my rejection. What church do you go to? There's a man with a knife behind his back like that. I'm about to stab myself with it, but suddenly the knife disappears. There is only the empty floor.