In the evening, my father-in-law's house, elderly people visiting the cemetery, a young woman with blonde hair, a small pine tree. > Bonds Gallery

I enter my girlfriend's house as dusk falls.

The room inside is spacious. It feels just like the main room of a large Japanese-style house.

The room is slightly dark.

I now greet my father-in-law with a handshake.

My mother-in-law is standing next to him. It seems there are one or two of their children in the corner of the room.

..

It is a cemetery located next to a certain building.

However, the grave consists of three 1.5-meter cubes joined horizontally.

These cubes are made of wire mesh, and inside them are large granite stones.

There is a small pine tree on top.

- Clara, have you been well?

The elderly people nearby speak. There are two or three of them.

Then they dig up the ground on top of the cubes and sprinkle fine red clay soil.

I observe them from the side.

Ah, I have come to the grave of my friend who died first...

..

It is a shopping center. I am standing in front of a desk where merchandise is piled up.

A young woman and some people pass by.

As they walk a little further, I follow them and speak.

- Hey, blonde. You saw the woman leave, right?

- Catch the culprit.

I speak to the young blonde woman in front of me.

...

It is time for work, but I decided to sleep a little longer.

I believe I will be able to have a better spiritual experience when I wake up and fall asleep again like this.

- After all, time is within my mind.

Ten minutes could turn into hours...

I think and close my eyes.

I float up in the room.

I float back and forth in the middle.

I struggle to maintain my balance.

I rise into the air.

With this feeling, I feel like I am passing through the ceiling.

I have now ascended into the sky. I fly here and there like the wind.

My center of gravity is tilted to one side, so I try to hold on.

I fly over fields and mountains as if I have become a swift wind.

I glide around a large signboard by the roadside as if turning a corner.

Eventually, I go high up in the sky.

I am free.

It is a plaza high up. The plaza is empty.

It is clear and clean. It is quiet.

It is distinct.

In front, a small pine tree sits on a high table.

And next to it, there is something blue that looks like a fan.

I stand before the pine tree.

- Usually, wouldn't a guiding spirit appear at times like this?

I have a thought and wait for a moment.

The scene before my eyes changes, and I come back down to the back of the house.