The road came to an end. Perhaps in a few years the form will be gone, along with all human memories of it. A road that had existed once. Is existence form or memory? What is the truth about form and the creator of form?
People's eyes, things happening in the world, the earth, I notice all kinds of things.
But I think it is good to have things around that we don't notice, but just naturally accept. The things that I always knew existed by never really minded are becoming fewer, little by little.
I want to make things that people don't care about.