“‘No, Cheol-sseok, Kim Cheol-sseok.’ ‘That can’t have been his real name, can it?’ ‘I asked that, and he said it was a pen name, something he’d made up.’ ‘Did he explain what it’s supposed to mean?’ ‘Apparently it’s the sound of earth being poured onto his coffin.’ (...) ‘He also said,’ the director’s voice continued, ‘that he’d never once managed to convince another person of anything. Whenever he spoke to anyone, their response amounted to nothing more than the world tossing a shovelful of earth onto his grave. Which meant that by this point in his life, he was buried deep, very deep; he laughed for a long time after he said that, bleating like a goat.’”

—The director