Ganghwan liked acting. The first reason for that was it used the body, and the second reason was that there was no correct answer. With acting, there might be a standardized pattern, but there was never a fixed answer, allowing for all sorts of challenges. He found the world of acting way too charming since even a misinterpretation might be a trigger to view something from a different perspective.

A play had a script as well as a general direction, but the details were up to the actors. During practice, actors would have to talk to others to tune their acting and to exchange opinions, but once the play started, time would become solely their own. Even if they made a mistake, the ‘producer’ couldn’t just interrupt halfway and tell them that they did something wrong nor could their colleague actors ask the audience for forgiveness and then try the same scene again. After the starting point, there would only be the driving wheel with no access to the brakes.

“Cut!”

Ganghwan felt his heightened emotions collapsing at that sound. The background actors sitting in front of him put down their bowls and sighed. The breaks...