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Yoon-ju, who works for a brand-naming company, gains trust and favor from colleagues with a cool and lively personality.

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Just 0.2 seconds after a sound wave reaches the cochlea, the brain interprets the vibrations as a sound with unique qualities of distance, direction and speed. The emotions and meanings we attach to each sound are subjective. 　　Hyejin Jung realized this when she started hearing a constant buzzing in her right ear. Her doctor's explanation was that her ear was becoming a machine. While at the hospital she met Somchai, a construction worker with the same complaint, and they started to compare the ways their bodies sound on the inside. 　　In this fusion of medical reporting, societal reflection, soundscape, and personal poetic self-examination Jung reveals through image and sound just how thin the dividing line is between sound and noise. Going beyond her own, individual experience—which ranges from mind-blowing to claustrophobic—she argues that the powers that be regard the voices of marginalized people (who often perform work that causes hearing damage) as noise, and combat it as such.

대학교에 늦은 시간까지 홀로 남아 청소 노동을 하던 환희는 연습실에서 밤을 보내는 무용과 학생 겨울이 신경 쓰여 미화 휴게실을 내어준다. 겨울은 그런 환희에게 춤을 가르쳐 줄 테니 일주일만 더 휴게실에서 지낼 수 있게 해 달라는 난감한 제안을 하는데... 춤을 통해 서로의 자리를 공유하게 된 두 사람은 가까워지고 멀어지기를 반복하면서 아슬아슬한 만남을 이어간다. 두 사람의 춤은 계속될 수 있을까?

Jung Soo-yeon, a first-year elementary school teacher, experiences an absurd situation after school when she gets trapped on the school rooftop by her 5th-grade students' pranks. The children lock the rooftop door, mock Soo-yeon, and leave, and Soo-yeon tries to call for help in the empty school but no one is there.

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My first name is Sori. It means "sound" or "voice" in Korean. It sounds like the English word "sorry". My voice drowns out my mother's. The words I spat out right after my grandpa's funeral tormented her. The violence in my voice disregards her grief and sorrow. I justify that violence. But I want to hide. I call back the words I hurled at my mother and press them onto my face.