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Dreams, signs, fragments, margins, letters, one could also add love and memory to the list. My enchanted kingdom is filled with real aimlessness. The more the better. All that is left behind after it has disappeared is quiet. In the end I feel there hasn't been enough time to play. I want to say good-bye to this irrepressible feeling right around now though. After the color, the shape and the words have disappeared what will be left? Perhaps that is the tragedy of the twentieth century.
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I want to live with the things I love and cherish. My family and I live in Ayase, and I work at a bookstore in Ikebukuro. Sometimes I open a store at a flea market with a friend. We sell tableware, which she likes, and accessories made from buttons, which I make, and they are quite popular. With the money we saved there, my friend went on a long-awaited trip abroad. My goal is to start living alone. Today is my day off, so I go out to check out an apartment. I stopped by a park and saw cats having a meeting. When I saw the old building, I suddenly wanted to see my grandmother, so I took the train... The entire film is written in monologue and with a handheld 8mm camera, and features all the things "I" like: buttons, the dawn from my room, cats, the ocean, and my grandmother. There is no context, no meaning, no great sense of beauty, but they play a comfortable rhythm and a beautiful melody. This is a fictional essay whose natural gentleness reminds us of non-fiction.
