About

-Clearly, I was on a plane, leaving my hometown in California. But due to an unknown accident, we crashed— . . . . . . When I opened my eyes, I was here. -When I first opened my eyes, I was in the middle of a wheat field that stretched as far as the eye could see, but it didn't take long to realize that this place was more fickle than I thought. No living creatures could be found. Only grass with artificial colors. Just a gentle breeze that washes over me like waves, greeting me silently, feels somehow alien. The location changes randomly, without any regularity. My body is forgetting its nervous system and senses as if they are paralyzed. Yet, it moves perfectly. Sometimes I was inside a train car sitting in the middle of a field covered in grass, sometimes I fell into a swimming pool or a playroom, and sometimes I fell from the middle of the high sky, only for the location to change just before I hit the ground. This alternate dimension does not permit my suicide. Yet, there are no creatures here capable of killing me either. Above all, no matter how straight I walk in one direction in any space, I only end up circling the same spot endlessly. As if, I am placed upon a Möbius strip. . . . . . . -That beautiful sun, is looking down on me anytime, anywhere. -As if, I am not alone. -It's so realistic that I want to believe it's reality. -I want to rot away quietly in this calm and beautiful place. -And yet, how long can I endure this eeriness that seems to make me want to stay by reflecting only such ideal images? -That giant sun keeps making me harbor complacency. . . . . . . - The sunlight has been withdrawn. -In between the swaying rice stalks that have grown to the top of my head— . . . . . . -I encountered someone. Who, how? Why?