"Memory" is the material from which all things are built.
A trace of "love" is seen in the fragment,
Concentrated in the brokenness,
interspersed in the gaps,
Join pieces into segments.
The two merge, entangle, and become chaotic,
Then there was the prototype of "space".
He often thought,
Memory makes "gods" or imprisons "all living beings".
Want to stand on the "extreme",
It must be broken, cut off, and separated from the memory.
He needs a "key".
Later he suddenly discovered,
That's not what happened...
Concept: broken and pieced together