Great Novelist

“I told you then. ”

“Look at the seasoning and the rush! If you don't want me to bleed out! ”

“We just finished the auction. You'll see, sir. ”

“· · · · · · · Yeah? I'll tell you right away.”

He coughs a few times. In a hurry, Lord told him the truth.

“Where were you able to speak? ”

He pretended not to hear the play.

“I wish I had a reservation. Call me as soon as you see it. I'm impressed. You're the best director. This is a film that I will never see again in my life. Say, ”

Crying, he adds. It was a reasonable attitude.

“You seem confident. ”

“When I hear evaluations around me, I see myself. ”

“Well, my friends say it's fun. And so do all the writers I know. ”

“· · · · · · · Yeah? ”

He clears his throat several more times. That joyous echo has been conveyed to me.

“I had fun filming for a long time. It's weird. I've never seen a film like this that could put you at risk. ”

“That's a relief. It's a good result, number one on the reserve. ”

“Of course I'm going to fly now. There's a record of days I'll never see again in my supervision. But it's not good. I don't want to be a mouth-breather because of anyone. ”

“I had a reservation.”

“Yes, don't buy popcorn. I'm too busy eating. Don't drink too much water. I'm going to the bathroom in the middle. ”

How many times did he ask you?

“Watch out for the car. Even if I die, I die watching my films. ”

“What a wonderful director you are. ”

I came to see a movie. I was a little lost because I had never been here before, but I was able to arrive without being late. He entered empty-handed, sniffing the rich smell of popcorn and recalling the warning of the show.

Third row from the back. 1st seat in centre. The seat reserved was empty. It was the middle of the day, but people were sitting everywhere. Couples, friends, or alone. Their relationship was clear through the bright flashing lights. Different people, regardless of age or gender

I came to see a movie. Tonight.

An ad appeared on a large screen. I promote it. Popular idols, but the faces I've seen in recent dramas, have passed. They went on a diet, had a drink, had a loving experience on the screen. I'm watching. Time flies. You hear chatter around you.

I stared blankly at the screen and the light went out. The inside of the theater is pitch-black. The surroundings are erased and only the screen is emitted. I was a little stuffy, so I rubbed my empty palm. End of description of emergency exits that can be evacuated in case of fire and switch screen. Filmmaker

started.

There was great music.

“Oh.”

He secretly spit it out. A kite leaping into the night. Mixed with music. Direct sound and images that do not flow from books. The camera grabbed the kite's eyes, sweat drops falling from her hair, and rapidly crossing feet once.

A letter comes to mind on its own. It's a letter he wrote himself. The kite leaps, sweating drops across her forehead and cheeks into her mouth. It was salty and uncomfortable.

You hear the narration. The voice of the actor rings at the cinema.

“Running in the dark is dangerous. ”

It was because I couldn't see. There was no ordinary streetlight where he was running. But the kite skillfully crossed that path. It's not about special abilities. He had experience. Where the bugs cry and where they get their feet.

“I can run. ”

The kite runs, listening to the cries of the worm, leaping over her chin. It was dark. There was only enough darkness on the screen to see the kite's eyes. It was the same darkness I imagined when I was writing. A strange sensation filled my body.

Before sunrise, the kite returns home. It was his resting place. He slammed down the curtain of darkness. At a time when everything is energized, he falls asleep alone. The film shot a short scene.

It was close to 20 chapters in the book. He's dreaming. At the same time as the house was a kite's resting place, he was always living in the dark, suggesting a condition close to death.

There is definitely another part. Some things are omitted. But it was fun. He had just fallen in love with the movie. It's dark and varied. Now I know what that means. The Darkness represented by this film was varied. The intensity was very delicate. A little darker. A little darker.

It's dark. It's completely dark. It's too dark to see well. The intensity of darkness was well expressed according to the scene. Not just darkness, the light and the overall color of the curtain were being sensationalized. Birds fly away with the sun or the feathers of birds scatter

Cotton was beautiful. Video. I find it interesting to think that this film was made by a crude hand of the director of the main show.

“Yuna.”

I heard a good voice. A familiar voice. His brother appears.

“Brother.”

“How are you? ”

“Why are you here? ”

The brother continued the crossing conversation. Fear on kite's face and a shivering smile on her face. I had a dull face, but it was hard to remember.

“Scared?”

He asked.

“Yes.”

Yeon replied.

Kites exposed their weaknesses as they were. You sink halfway through the abyss, unable to resist him or escape. The camera shows his eyes. It was shaking dangerously. An uneasy look. There is sadness in it.

He breaks the wings of the bird. Head for the climax. Painful breaths and fluttering feathers blow everywhere. He's calm. He doesn't grip it, and he doesn't put up a bloodbath. I killed the bird quietly.

I threw the body to the kite. Fear. The place was filled with pure terror. I can see his eyes. I was grieving.

I'm angry. I feel a deep snail in my heart. The emotion rises. The urge to scream remains. Suddenly I realized, so did you. You guys must be so angry reading books. That's how you must have felt. My hands were a little itchy.

It's dark. It's night. Kite comes to her with a corpse. If she buries the corpse of the beast, she will bury this terror.

There was music. The kite ran. It wasn't always the way to run. Something pops out of nowhere. I stumbled with a hard look. I ran grouchy and ugly with tears in my arms.

I feel my strength in my hands. Darkness darkens. Only the kite's eyes are visible. It was filled with moisture. But I was still looking at something. He was looking at the shape the light was creating.

She buries the bird with a shovel. It was still dark. The movie is coming to an end. It's getting brighter.

“It's okay now. ”

He stands alone by the tomb. The corpses of many beasts lie beneath his feet. Darkness slowly fades. The sun came up and the world was bright. It was white. It was the first light I had seen since the movie began. A bright light. The wind blows. A lot of birds flew up. There's music playing.

C.

I hear someone crying. It was humid.

“The exit door is this way! ”

Movie theater lit. The darkness clears. You see red cloths wrapped around the chair. The door opened and people all got up from their seats at once and headed down. It was a little noisy. People were excited, and the barrels in their hands had a lot of popcorn left.

He sat still until the ending credits went up and the music went out. I felt a sense of emotion. I wanted to have it. It's what I wanted.

If writing has given readers this feeling so far.

“My writing's pretty good, too. ”

I was quite satisfied.

He left the cinema and called right away. I do what I promised. The opponent received it immediately.

“See?”

That's what I said as soon as I got it.

“Yes.”

“What do you think?”

He thought for a moment and said frankly.

“He's angry.”

“· · · · · · · Huh? ”

It was a disquieting voice. He laughed and said.

“When I was angry, when I was angry, I felt good. At the end, I was gloomy, and soon I was proud. ”

The audacity was silent.

“Yes."

That's all. He hangs up the phone and walks a strange street.

# 1 Bird trail preliminary, # 1 in the box office.

70,000 hits. 10 million movies.

Top of the line. Cheerleader. How did the director handle the original work?

Talk about the stage of actors. A reference to coincidence.

Coincidental writer's reaction. What advice did he give you?

b The movie was totally fun.

The actor who played B was really great. It creeps me out when I kill a bird.

B is not famous as a screening director, but one of the filmmakers has been recognized before.

I admit, I had never known the Darkness to be so varied. I can feel that I care about the props. I was impressed when the bird flew at the end.

What's with the headline? There are no coincidences.

Tell me about coincidences, actors. Curious death.

b. The actors do not know.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I met the director in person. Rumor has it you've completely changed your character.

What did you hear that changed your character?

He says he knows, but he's a director.

I'm glad I didn't poop on the original. I was nervous the whole time.

I still feel like I'm not even close to the original. It was a pity that I missed the philosophical message.

I don't think that's an option. I also like movies.

I've never read a book before, but it was really fun. I'm off to buy a book now.

This is the trail of the number one best-selling bird right now. Thanks for the movie.

Second place is crying. I'm eating all by myself because of the movie.

No, it's God's second language. I just saw it.

Second place is the language of God.

God's language is so much fun.

It's a coincidence and a fight for eternity. The fight between pure literature and genre literature.

No fights. Coincidence wins.

I saw a strange article. Link is dark.

He lowered his phone and stopped touching the phrase he found. Weird article. Once I entered through the link, there was a topic. It had long writings of people who seemed to be coincidental fans. Here's a summary:

“The language of God is a third-rate novel. The sound of crying is pushed to third place because of eternity. Genre novels are cheap. ”

The blame on genre novels continued for a long time. He laughed as he read the article.

“It's a coincidence that I wrote that trivia novel. ”

If the logic of this writing is coincidental, it is also trivial.

“You don't know, but you did. ”

Comments were filled with people who agreed with the opinions in the post and those who did not. It was a coincidence and an eternity of competition. Fans of chance were forever, fans of eternity were looting coincidences.

"Interesting."

He slowly read the letters.

Bird's Trail (2) End

lim Han-baek