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Castaway: I hate people who ask for help.

I stand on a flat, high-altitude plain scattered with rocks of various sizes, sparse grass and wildflowers filling the cracks between them.

When the day finally cracks open, who is by your side?

FERRYMAN Forgive the interruption.

At the beginning of the year, I registered for an online course created by Sundance to write a solid outline for a feature film that was ready to be written in script form.

What is destiny but the time of a life moving in orbit according to the gravity of who you are?

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Last week, I tried to write a personal essay—an observational piece—on Korean “young 40s”1.

These days, I find myself avoiding social interactions, even with the closest of friends.

I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember.