Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 146



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 146

Film is a visual art.

This is a dictionary definition.

Kim Byeol liked more literary expressions.

Film is the art of light.

EP 9 – Sound

The classroom is dark.

It’s not the lighting that makes the classroom dark. The breathing sounds of monsters wearing school uniforms and imitating people, the desires of youth who have lost their sense of self after being beaten by teachers, the bone system that pecks to death the weakest of its kind like chicks packed in a box, these things hang like fog in the empty space of the classroom.

That’s the darkness I feel.

But the darkness that others feel is not darkness to me.

They face the night that comes once a day. But we live in eternal night.

The appearance of that night is free.

The universe took me to the rooftop of the school at night, saying it would tell me that.

The blind man holds the hand of the blind man and goes up the stairs.

The rusty door opens, the cold winter wind passes by our cheeks, and we climb to the rooftop where we can’t see anything.

“Look up.”

“it’s crazy? “What do you want me to see?”

The blind man told the blind man to look up at the starry sky.

I wanted to laugh at him, but instead the laughter came back to me.

“Imagine.”

Woo Joo was a guy I didn’t like from the beginning.

A strange transfer student suddenly came to visit one day.

The teacher told me to be friends with him because he was also visually impaired.

The ‘things’ that stick together and bite each other.

That guy and everything around him were annoying.

They go up to ‘them’ and chatter about topics they can’t even see, and they laugh heartily even when they hear stories disparaging them. They seem to be sticking to me, asking me to tell them about echolocation…

He chatted all day and forced me to know where he was. That guy walked around the school arm in arm with ‘those’ without a cane and without fear.

That guy… … .

Live as if you can see ahead.

“I have never seen anything before. “This scenery has been natural to me since I was born.”

Childhood happiness was a curse to me.

A time when I had parents who loved me and there was light for me to see.

Our daily life before a monster came through the front door one day and ate us all.

I, who was thrown into the darkness, miss the times when I had eternal light, and I miss and suffer. How heartless is the past that does not return? Even more so if it was a sparkling light… … .

however.

The being who had never seen light in his life said this.

“I pity the people who look ahead.”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“Those people live in a world where the shape of the world is set, right? “How boring is this world?”

“what?”

“To us, the winter wind is blue. That blue is not the blue others say, but the blue we imagine. no. “Do you know what blue is?”

I don’t understand.

Is this what it felt like for the universe to teach me echolocation?

But unlike me, who scolded me for not being able to do it, the universe took my hand and slowly led me to the world of imagination.

“Forget the world you saw when you were young.”

“no.”

“Forget all that and see the world through your own eyes. You see the world through sound, right? It will be easy.”

The light of my childhood was everything to me. Even if I don’t remember what my parents looked like, and even if their faces now look like monsters, that was the only shining time in my life. Thrown into the darkness, I was wounded, lost, and contaminated. I was punished by forever cursing the darkness and yearning for the light.

Can you escape that fate?

That moment of hesitation led me into the world of thought.

Now I no longer see the world through sound.

I watch the shimmering void in my mind’s eye.

The universe guided me beyond the infinite void.

“Let’s start with the night sky. Very nice palette! Color the sky the way you want.”

“no. The night is black. It has to be black… 」

“Then what about the stars? “What do stars look like?”

What do stars look like?

I don’t remember.

But stars are floating in the sky. Something shiny. Something colorful. It’s good.

Just like what my parents gave me when I was young…

「… … balloon?”

OK.

Infinite balloons skimming across the starry sky filled the sky.

“ah.”

The round, colorful stars that my parents gave me are fluttering and flowing into the sky.

Floating in the winter wind. It flows along the edge of the Milky Way.

The universe reached out to the Milky Way and grabbed the stars.

And as if he were going back to where he came from, he flies off into the infinite universe on a balloon.

“how is it? Can you see the world now?”

* * *

Film is the art of light.

And Kim Byul saw the light.

Light is not simply a means of expressing ‘brightness’.

Film was originally a black-and-white art. There is no color in a black and white film. There is a history where all colors had to be expressed solely through light and darkness.

Thus, pioneers of old times studied ways to manipulate light. Like Prometheus, who brought fire to the world, they wanted to take control of fire and control it.

Numerous techniques were established after great trial and error.

The genius of a later person who inherited that vision shone through.

“ah… … .”

Difficulty means being dizzy. Being dizzy means being excessive. The excess comes from the overwhelming amount of information that goes into one screen.

However, from the perspective of a skilled filmmaker who can interpret all of that information, the intricacies appear like the brilliance of a brilliantly shining prism.

The light from the main character’s side is coming from the right. A side key that twists the order of light that should come down from above. The shadows fluttering across the face indicate the protagonist’s frustration.

The hero always appears from the left and heads to the right. Good is on the left and evil is on the right. However, the protagonist always turns to the left, which means that the protagonist is running away from the task given to him.

What is that task? It’s life.

What is life? It’s survival.

The main character, who said he would survive the monsters, is running away from life. This may be because the path to life is good, no matter how painful it is.

Therefore, light always comes from the right. This implies that at some point the protagonist will have to stop running away and move to the right.

But salvation came in the darkest places.

To the left, to the left, to the left.

To the most fundamental place where you came from.

At the end of the journey of reduction, in the darkest place, the protagonist finally escapes from the darkness.

The night sky shines brighter than a classroom full of artificial lights.

An infinite constellation of balloons flowing along the Milky Way.

The image of him waking up from an egg under the guidance of a strange and mysterious transfer student is reminiscent of Damian.

A golden bird flies out of the ashes.

Feeling the gusts caused by the wings shaking her heart, Kim Byeol woke up in the world of the movie.

“ah… … .”

Kim Byeol felt like a child who sat in front of the TV as a child, immersed in movies, with her mouth wide open with an idiotic expression despite her mother and father nagging her that her eyesight was worsening.

The movie I saw then was also So Tae-woong’s movie, and the movie I saw now is also So Tae-woong’s movie.

Film director So Tae-woong, who guided Kim Byeol to become an actor.

The master of film art who gave birth to countless stars of the silver screen was in front of me.

And he himself existed in the midst of the art he touched.

Kim Byul felt like her dream had finally come true.

“iced coffee… … .”

A drop of water flowed from Kim Byeol’s eyes.

For Kim Byeol, becoming a celebrity and an actor was so close to everyday life that it couldn’t even be called a dream.

Daily life is something you endure, not achieve.

I thought I had come too far to feel the reward of becoming an actor again.

“ha… … .”

Kim Byeol sighed and relieved her overwhelmed emotions.

And naturally, he wiped his tears with the edge of the blanket the writer was covering and talked about his thoughts on the movie.

“Good job learning.”

Kim Byeol cried after watching the crude edited version of the movie, which was not even the finished version, but her behavior did not seem particularly unusual.

The great thing about film art is that it can be seen even by strangers.

The angle of lighting is not an element that ‘symbolizes’ a certain feeling.

It just ‘gives’ a certain feeling.

That’s why it’s magic.

Therefore, those who knew nothing also felt similar emotions to Kim Byeol, albeit to a different degree.

Sensitive people cried like Kim Byeol, and even those who were less sensitive did not find the crying person strange.

In this series of reactions, So Taewoong smiled quietly.

“How is it? Are you still worried about where the movie is going?”

“no!”

Through the process of denial, apology, testimony, confession of faith, and self-criticism, the staff came together again.

Now that the scheming scheme of Kim Byeol, the sectarian who led the mass protest, was crushed by the mysterious artistic leadership of our beloved director, the future of the film production team could only be victory and more victory.

Kim Byeol laughed embarrassingly, but at the same time, she laughed sincerely.

“ha ha ha… sorry!”

As of yet, the movie is not complete.

There were still many more lines left to act.

I realized that it had been a long time since I felt anticipation rather than fatigue.

* * *

For some, art is life, but for others, art is business.

Lim Yang-wook felt like he was leaning towards the latter.

How long has it been since you last saw a movie or a book?

I don’t know.

Publishing companies must have really gone to the point where they no longer have cultural activities.

“Ugh… … .”

But I can’t help it. I work overtime every day, so when can I read a book?

Moreover, Yangwook Lim is no longer in the business of publishing books, but managing authors.

The publication management department, which moved its office from Baekhak Bookstore to Baekhak Entertainment, began operating in earnest after a short period of adaptation.

Now there are no villains behind the scenes to hold back, no employees to worry about suddenly leaving their hometowns, and no chronic budget shortages.

Everything was given.

So, if you fail now, it is 100% lack of ability.

Lim Yang-wook was spending his work life weighed down by that tension.

“What does CEO Seo Woonpil say?”

“He said it remains to be seen.”

“Then you can’t… “Tell them that I will come and see you in person and tell you.”

Lim Yang-wook’s main job is no longer taking care of literary figures.

The publishing department has completely moved away from being a one-man team of writers and has entered the orbit of a comprehensive management business that manages dozens of writers.

It manages the copyrights of hundreds of works written by dozens of writers, promotes media mix, promotes entertainment appearances and lectures by writers, and handles numerous tasks not written in the manual.

From now on, it was a state that Lim Yang-wook had never experienced before.

Yangwook Lim leveled up to just a manager, not a middle manager.

In terms of web novels, it feels like the returner has started to live longer than his original life…

Lim Yang-wook, the strongest returner in history, said a line that someone who feels that kind of uncertainty would say.

“… … Status window!”

It can’t come out.

Yangwook Lim was scratching his head sheepishly, and Team Leader Karyung Kim, who was passing by, followed suit.

“Status window!”

“He’s doing shit.”

But aren’t Kim Kar-ryung’s eyes sparkling brightly?

“uh!”

Lim Yang-wook was startled without realizing it.

“What, what’s wrong?”

Kim Kar-ryung tried to avoid eye contact and spoke.

“Oh, ah, it’s nothing.”

Then he taps his hand in the air as if he can see something.

what? Can you really see this guy?

Lim Yang-wook was confused for about two seconds, and then realized that this was a joke when he saw the corners of Team Leader Kim Ga-ryung’s mouth turn up.

“… … “Let it go out.”

“yes.”

Team leader Kim Ga-ryung turned off.

Lim Yang-wook shook his smooth head, feeling ashamed of himself for having been fooled even for a moment by that pathetic prank.

“Ugh… … ”

Anyway, there is no one I can trust.

Even if you try to trust your trustworthy boss, who else can you trust when the boss only trusts himself?

To be honest, the legend is that even if you go through all this hard work, the amount of money the writer spent in Japan last season is less.

Oh yeah.

Writer… … .

“Oh my, Inseop… … .”

Lim Yang-wook glanced at the movie poster on his office cabinet with tears in his eyes.

This poster features Kim Byul wearing black sunglasses, zombies wearing school uniforms, an astronaut holding a balloon, and a witch wearing a doctor’s gown in simple, static drawings.

Lim Yang-wook lamented bitterly as he looked at the poster.

“I only trusted you… … .”