Shumon

Concentrate only on making it through the next hour, and then the rest of the day.

However, when the difference in our transformations becomes too vast, the casual conversations we shared and the moments we laughed together turn into precious events, existing only as memories. That realization sometimes brings a wave of sadness. Because memory can be distorted by various factors as long as we live, I try to live each day in a way that ensures those warm memories remain warm forever.

Perhaps it's because though we inhabit the same world, we interpret life and proceed at our own pace.

I'm not trying to interpret this in any spiritual way, but it's almost like someone who desperately wants to cry is borrowing my body to do so. laughs

This is everything that allows me to live right now.

Furthermore, where does one's own will truly reside?

However, the very absence of a clear answer might actually deepen thought and create room for diverse perspectives. If a work intends not to present explicit answers but rather to pose questions to each viewer, prompting them to deeply re-examine their own "loneliness" or "sense of belonging," then this "lack of answers" becomes its strength.

I think it's fine to just keep repeating that cycle.

Even so, it's still a place I deeply cherish.