Great Novelist

“Well done.”

The scene was filled with comforting sounds of each other's efforts. Among them, there was wisdom to pluck wet hair with a towel and go back to the car. Wisdom leaned against the backrest and took a deep breath. It contained relief and pride.

“I had a really good time until the end, Sister. ”

The manager who activated the heater in advance raised his thumb. Today was the last shoot. On the side, there were a lot of crumpled scenarios. I always try to play nice. I want to act better than anyone else. I want to express different emotions. As long as I had a job as an actor, it became something I naturally wanted to do.

“I kind of liked it today, too. ”

Wisdom replied like a joke. The manager smiles and answers.

“I guess coincidence helped. ”

“Coincidentally, you're a great writer. Amazing.”

Wisdom picked up a book under a crooked scenario. It was a literary magazine written about the death of nine writers. It was a great collection of writers. Korea's first Italian award-winning writer, Yun Sang-seok, or recently emerged Bong-bong writer. Everyone has heard the name of the writer and the author on the street. A young Korean deductive writer and a horror novel writer. Yoo Geun-woo, a writer who recently received the Tokyo Literature Award. And lastly, an accidental writer whose heart beats with just the thought of existence.

There is a coincidence in the literature magazine "End and Beginning." It was a text titled "River Water." The river closed the mouths of those who ignored him. You have lifted the prejudice posed by the young author. Numerous critics were praised and impressed by the public. Readers became fond of coincidence or even more. She did, too. She was strongly influenced by her coincidence. When the moment of death comes, he picks up the river and remembers the river at the scene. After reading the river water, death can be postponed better.

When I read the river, I start to feel emotions rising from my mark. You stir your head fiercely. I feel like I know what death is. I feel like I'm confronted with the reality of why I was born and where I'm going. I can feel no guilt in my arrogance.

Coincidental writing is the act of a famous actor. The audience receives the emotions that he radiates. When he breathes, the audience breathes, and when he dies, the audience shed tears. Readers were able to understand and accept the story at a closer distance than anyone else.

“Whew.”

Wisdom tapped her hair with a towel. The cloth absorbs the moisture. Coincidence helps. I was able to die better than anyone today. I was able to finish filming safely.

“Now you can read it. ”

Wisdom hung on the manager's words with a deep smile. Written less than a year after paying for the piece that taught him to die. A book that burns everyone's worries. A problem that is ramping up the narrative of coincidence at a fierce rate. I picked up the sublimation. A black book, the publisher said it was a coincidence in the process of making this black cover. I bought it the day it was published, but I didn't read it until today to focus on filming. I was patient with the feeling of consoling myself that I would read it when this was over.

The day has finally come. Wisdom dried her head and went out again to greet everyone and finalise the schedule ahead. The car leaves for the house. I opened the book with everything perfectly organized.

The first thing I saw was fire. A wandering fire that swallows everything but is unsatisfied. I used to turn the page in a wobbly car. Coincidence leads the reader without even trying to concentrate on the scene. I read it with a deep heart that I wouldn't miss a word. The car stopped and ran again.

“Sister, we're here. ”

The manager called her from the parking lot where she arrived for two and a half hours. I didn't hear an answer.

“Sister, get off. ”

“Go ahead. ”

“Yes?”

The manager looked back in embarrassment. She was making a big impression. It was a rare sight. The manager worked with her for 10 years. Gu Ji-hye, the top actor in the positive and healthy image, was as wise as the name. She knows how to treat people around her. Never gets angry easily I'm not annoyed. Friendly but not too sweet.

There was a time when such wisdom made such a face. When I was wrongfully treated and when I was interrupted from acting. She once told me that if she could not express her emotions as she thought, there would be a sickness like crawling insects all over her body. The manager interpreted it as objectionable. I feel like the line I drew with my work. The color that sticks out of the circle. A speck of dust on a white dress. The first print on the newly drawn car. Unmatched chopsticks. It was unpleasant. Gu Hye, a top actor and a manager who worked for 10 years, instinctively realized that's what she was feeling right now. She is unbearably irritating to be dragged out of a scene that was immersed in external voices.

“Are you all right?"

“I'll read this and get off. ”

The voice is blatant. The manager examines her. I felt a lot of strength in my body. He was facing the opposite of the title sublimation. She never put that black book out of her hands. The manager leaves the keys in the car without saying anything. After the manager left and became alone, she read the book until sunrise again.

“Ha.”

She covered the book and laughed out. What's this ending? I don't know. I don't know what happened last time. He was impressed without even knowing it. I was overwhelmed. I remembered the last scene of the performance. The relief and refinement slowly sank down. The satisfied death followed.

Coincidental writing is the act of a famous actor. The stage was drawn in my head. It was empty under the light. The famous actor left without saying goodbye. After that, it was another actor. He is a little older and heavier than the actor he used to be. I don't have more time and no dignity. He is virtuous. Bold. Cheap and crummy, but good. A good learner. He's a great actor. Difficult to distinguish. It becomes blurry. What can we divide before and after? What are the criteria for splitting actors with actors? I don't know, maybe they were different in the first place. Maybe it was another actor. Maybe it was the ultimate act that one actor showed me. Maybe even the same actor cheated the great act. My heart beats, and I'm filled with joy that I can't tell the difference. She covers her face with both hands. It seemed like water would flow from the hot eyes.

“I am me. ”

It sounded like an excuse under both hands.

*

“If you just write, it's written. ”

“No, you can't say that to me. I'm so unlucky. It seems inevitable.”

“Do you admit that you're a jerk? ”

Faith makes painful noises with her face buried in her hands. He was summoned against her by force. Now it was her familiar spirit. I looked at her head for a moment, and this time I asked her if she always had a cold expression.

“Is that why you wrote this ending? ”

“Then who uses it? It's a coincidence. ”

“I just have a reasonable doubt. ”

“I know that. ”

He said with a sharp look on his face.

“I know you have no reason to. It's weird to hire another writer at a stage where you just leave the ending in the first place. ”

“Right?"

“So it's a double personality? ”

“No, I'm not.”

There was no end to the doubts of the journey. This is not the only response. In fact, there were even more bizarre stories floating around on the Internet than this. coincidentally sublimates

“Just one last change. It fits a little better. ”

He confidently told the truth. However, the faces of the writers listening to the story were only distorted.

“If it's as easy as it sounds, I'll change everything! ”

Faith cried out.That belief was firmly discouraged. It was a restaurant. No matter how loud the room was, it could count. He sliced some chicken and took it to his mouth. When I came out to buy food, what I was waiting for was an investigation site.

“Lee Pyeong-jin's critic is foaming at the mouth right now. He said he wouldn't criticize you. ”

The best chewed the food hard and said.

“Why does it lather? ”

“Why? Why? That's because you write weird stuff. The writer is a mystery. There are more than one person who is tempted by dualism. I think you used some trick. Tricks no one will ever know. Trick no one will know unless you tell them.

Let alone whether it's legal or illegal. ”

He looked at him quietly. The best laughs and turns away.

“Well, anyway, it was great to have such a gruesome shout in society after the river. ”

“Tell me you heard someone scream out loud. ”

“You're being ridiculous. ”

He rinses his mouth with the wine standing next to the plate.

“Live. That's what you said in the river. ”

The fork ends for him.

“And resist. That's what the writing behind the river means, isn't it? ”

“Is that how you interpret it? ”

“Confusion of identity, wandering of self, disappearance of self. Hell awaits those who doubt and claim to have lost their way and arrived. ”

I narrowed my eyes, empowering the word hell.

“Hell of a lot of sentences that don't look like coincidence. ”

He smashed the chicken with his sword. There was a small friction sound. Do you doubt me, too? I shaken my head with a light question.

“I'm grateful. ”

Best said confidently. The eyes of the other writers were also drawn to him.

“A writer wrote an article questioning his personality. You have no idea what this has done to contemporary writers. Well, you never know. ”

With this, some would have given up the writer's path. The cruel words followed. Brilliant coincidence. Brilliant coincidence. Unknown coincidence. Individuals who begin to doubt themselves for their existence fall into a swamp of despair.

“Sublimation is a book that goes well with the current model. One of the reasons that readers are addicted to coincidence is that they can relate to stories that seem to have one step in this dreadful, unreal reality. Why do you empathize? The fear of sublimation is not so different from the fear of reality. because every modern person who lives every day as an accessory to society is losing their identity. ”

Silence passes. He slowly raises his hand and scratches his neck.

“Interesting interpretation. ”

“You sick bastard. I don't think you're the kind of idiot who'd want to change his identity. ”

I can't believe I'm stabbed so hard, I raise my head. I looked at him with thin eyes and said.

“Mr. Choi, isn't that exactly what this guy is? ”

“I don't know because I didn't read it. ”

“Haven't you read it? ”

He left the faith in his wounded face and said the best.

“I can write better thanks to your writing. ”

I am the best. He listened to his story and indirectly overlooked how his writings were working for them. The writing that leaves your hand inflates your body as you please. It's like a life. It felt like a living creature from the air, not a life born in its own hands, was being sold to the world at will. It touches people's eyes and emotions at will. You can't control it. I can't propose. The pressure made me laugh a little.

“Now I want to hear a story about another context. ”

Comrade said quietly. It was the eyes of a journalist with a hangover in front of him. Inside, there were sleepless doubts and curiosity. He smiled awkwardly and tried to save as much as he could.

sublimate (2) end

lim Han-baek