This book was written because of the faces that bothered me.
Clearly, some faces are not spoken of enough.
To talk about them, we must explore a world where forces are tilted in a certain direction.
That's how I learned to resist.
Treating important stories with importance.
Accurately transcribing missing voices.

--- p.7

In my writing classes, I often teach how we are all amazing individuals.
It instills in students the belief that the choices individuals make not to consume collectively drive business, politics, and science.
The belief that your choices can affect everyone else may sound narcissistic.
But what's worse than that is the self-deception that believes that one's choices don't affect anyone else.
In this age where the entire planet needs to be mobilized, I wonder what you would like to give up.

--- p.19

Animals are abstract figures in dishes on the table or products on the counter.
Any specific pain will be wiped away.
But we too are animals, and we can understand that pain.
This imagination even brings domesticated animals to life in beautiful milk cream cakes.

--- p.31

When I come across sentences like this, I miss someone who knows how to hurt my feelings so much.
The writers were changing the subject, knowing it would fail.
Perhaps it was because most things in the world were a battle between 'anyway' and 'at least'.
Words were flowing out that bridged the gap between those who said the world would never change and those who said they would at least not do this.
It was the will not to go extinct.
It was a wish that you and I could live together.
--- p.59

We encounter the truth of the world in a box with the large words 'Rocket Delivery' written on it.
Summer and winter will always come back.
Next summer can't be like this either.
Next winter can't be like this either.
It remains to be seen how Coupang treats its workers under the scrutiny of unfair weather conditions.
The balance of power does not change without someone watching.
Friendship doesn't even begin.
I imagine having as many friends as there are Coupang workers.
I hope that workers, Coupang, and we ourselves understand that we are not only consumers but also comrades of workers.

--- p.74

Let me list down some facts I've learned about you.
You often get asked rude questions.
How poor your family and country are.
How much of the money you earn you send to your family of origin.
Some people speak to you informally even though it's your first time meeting them.
When you are incorporated into a new family, you lose your original name.
You have to adapt to an unfamiliar climate and unfamiliar food.
It's relatively easy compared to adapting to the unfamiliar Korean language.
Your native language is excluded from the place where you unpack.

--- p.85

But this question arises.
What image comes to mind for those adults gathered at this moment? Aside from text and numbers, faces and scenes.
Is there someone in their hearts who breaks their hearts every time they discuss a policy, someone who trips over every word? If so, their words will resonate with greater vividness than ever before.
I watch the National Assembly broadcast because I miss the 'real questions' and 'real answers'.

--- p.109

“Isn’t there a moment when you truly come to know something you thought you knew?”
In the interview, he said:
His alarm that at least one of the 300 offices in the 21st National Assembly should be a climate crisis situation room led him to the climate inspection.
It was a parliamentary audit that directly questioned and monitored those in charge to see whether policies for reducing carbon emissions and supporting vulnerable groups were actually being implemented effectively.

--- pp.125~126

In a world where everyone throws away but no one cleans up, there are people who try to make things work.
There are those who don't say that there is no choice.
There are parents, children, children's children, workers, clothing store owners, divers, novelists, poets, and friends who see straight that trash is not temporary.
And then there's you.
We can't even count them.
How much life permeates one person's life.

--- p.148

As I grew older, I kept a list of things I didn't want to repeat.
When I was a teenager, I promised myself that when I grew up, I would live in an environment where I would avoid group living as much as possible.
I felt like life would be much more comfortable if I didn't have to live in a group.
But even after I started living independently, I often repeated things that made me feel uneasy both physically and mentally.
For example, slips of the tongue, rudeness, overspending, overeating, overwork, etc.
Even if I couldn't fix it all at once, I wanted to reduce it as much as possible.

--- p.164

I had older sisters who would tell me to come to their house when things got tough.
I was in my teens or twenties and homeless, or if I did have one it was so shabby that some nights I really didn't have anywhere to go.
When I visited my sisters' house, they cooked for me or ordered food for me.
She listened to my story and told me about her sisters.
He even made a bedding for me and told me to go to sleep.
Now that I think about it.
My sisters must have been really busy back then. How did they find the time?
My sisters were poor too, so why did they share what they had?

--- p.175

In the new year, I want to show more faces through writing.
Warm up your sentences so that they become manuscripts like the light of a lantern in the deep night.
I hope that continuing will bring hope not only to myself but also to the children.
It gives me the courage to see, hear, and write more with them.
Some readers ask why I keep writing political articles, but I always find this regrettable.
That my writing isn't political enough.
It's trying to be more specific and sharp in order to be more political.
It is a pledge to love life more deeply.

--- p.189