The narrow space with windows and doors reminds me of some fragmental memories. Entering such space is like entering my brain, where I could search my memories.

There was a cherry blossom tree living in my memory from September 2003 to May 2004, and I recorded every transformation of the tree till the blossoms had fallen from the tree. That was also the time when I began a relationship.

The relationship has come to an end.

I want to find a way to express my feelings and emotion, via my brain, via a space and the windows inside. Please watch the screen quietly. Don’t come near, and just leave me there.