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A haunting review of The Vegetarian by Han Kang—less about food, more about silence, repression, and what happens when the self is buried for too long. Through its shifting perspectives, the novel reveals inherited trauma, emotional detachment, and the fragile line between survival and collapse. Disturbing, beautiful, and quietly devastating, this is a story that lingers long after the last page.

We are in the age of AI. Everything is either already automated or in the process of becoming so. From the smallest things to the largest, life has become simpler and easier. In many ways, that ease has made people lazy. We don’t clean our spaces ourselves anymore. We don’t write, arrange, or sometimes even think fully by ourselves. At one point, the world shown in WALL-E felt uncomfortably close to reality. But that perception has changed. The shift happened slowly, and some

Pinggyego does not set out to explain Korean culture. Built around informal gatherings and unstructured conversation, it allows everyday habits, memories, and social rhythms to surface naturally. Through casual talk—about food, work, the past, and ordinary routines—viewers learn not through instruction, but through observation. In doing so, Pinggyego becomes a quiet cultural resource, offering insight into Korea as it is lived and spoken, rather than formally presented.