Frame 25 Prose Collection

Movies are 24 frames per second. But few people know that among the cut films, there is still one frame - frame 25. It's not in any reel of film, but it's always there. This book is all about frame 25. The girl with glowing eyes in the study room. She said, "I don't believe that any director will give me an olive branch from fate." I stood up and said, "I will be the director and I will support you." Fifteen years later I became a director, and the last words she left me were: "You are still so naive." That corridor. The two young men were made to stand there and occupy it for a year. When our feet in high heels hit our feet, some people say we are the scum of society. We leaned against the iron window and talked about novels and the future. Later, none of us took part in the graduation photo. And the cat who just wants to be free, the madman named Silly Demin. They are not in the picture taken by anyone, but they are all my youth. This book took ten years to write. From the age of seventeen to thirty-two, from talking to understanding. I'm taking it out now just to tell those who have had similar experiences: You are not alone. That corridor exists. The phrase "You are still so childish" may be the gentlest understanding in the world. Movie 24 frames. Life in 25 frames. There is one more frame, in your heart.