Farewell Victoria (再見。維多利亞)

In 2020, I decided to leave the city where I was born, grew up and lived for a long time. Before I left, I wanted to take a look of this city and walk along the coastline at the most daily distance. When I walked along the coastline in the midsummer, I was sweating like an ascetic. I gradually couldn’t figure out whether it was the present or the past. Whether the memory was constructing the image, or the image was rebuilding the memory. Everything seems to be superimposed on the image through the ritual of asceticism.