Photos are just broken shells of life; years have passed, melon seed kernels have been swallowed one by one, and everyone knows the taste. What is left for everyone to see is the ugly black and white melon seed shell - "Serial Set"
If memories had a scent, it would be the scent of camphor, sweet and steady, like well-remembered music, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow. ——"Changing Clothes"