A Tale of Two Lives—wakakusa

"... After all, the memory has gone away step by step. There are too many things that I have forgotten. While I was following the path of memory and writing this article, I felt uneasy from time to time. I even couldn't help but doubt myself: whether I have lost even the most critical memory. Maybe there is a dark place called the memory pile in my body, where all the precious memories are piled up and turned into a pile of mud. But no matter what, it is all I can grasp now. So I desperately held on to these memory fragments that had been blurred and were still blurring all the time, and used them to continue the creation of this article. " Intention: