The Snow Hut

Childhood sweethearts are not necessarily destined to stay together, and two innocent young companions may still harbor different ambitions. Unable to accept the clamor, one searches relentlessly, yet encountering someone does not mean possessing them. A gaze is a kind of devotion; looking around is not some inexplicable expectation. Obsession creates another kind of clamor, yet holds a snowlike purity. It is not simply a matter of someone wanting to keep a snow house white as fresh snow.