People's life forms a "real life" only in memories. "The life in the memories is more realistic than the local real life at the time."-Marcel Proust

The memory of my hometown has always stayed in my childhood. When I grow up and occasionally pass the North Coast, I will feel that I am getting closer and closer to my hometown, and start to evoke a series of memories of my hometown. I am constantly involved in a whirlpool, happy. Simultaneously with fear, hot springs, seas, beaches, miscanthus, wild ginger flowers, kites... are the mark of childhood happiness, as well as childhood nightmares. Sometimes these memories can’t be distinguished from dreams or real occurrences.