Being sorry, rendered as a scene: the hallway floor of a Korean apartment at night, in front of a closed bedroom door with a thin line of light underneath. On the floor right by the door sits a small plate of apple slices, peeled and cut into neat even wedges and arranged in a fan, a little fork resting on the plate, and beside it a glass of milk on a coaster. The hallway light is off; only the glow from under the door and a faint light from the kitchen at the far end. No people. No text, no letters, no logos anywhere.