Heiwa Street #3 (What Dropped)
Polyester, plastic toy capsule, plastic toy
I often wonder where all the toys I owned went. Memories are intertwined and entangled in my head, making the past less and less clear. There is a faint string of memory I can trace, and at the end of the string there is a yarn, in whose core there is something I cannot see or remember, thing that is not necessarily forgotten, but thing that I just keep forgetting.