Ask three groups of people who live together to search for "something they cherish, or a fragment of it",

Have them chew each other mouth-to-mouth.

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When I was taken to Yuriage Beach in Miyagi, I picked up a beautiful piece that caught my eye. If you trace the surface, it looks like a piece of tile. The entrance, bathroom, kitchen, it's slippery, so I wonder if it's around the water. The vitreous part of the cross section remains sharp. Imagine a memory of shards. Soil was piled up, breakwaters were built, and even though the time around them was moving forward, these fragments were slow, as if they had stopped. It's a fragment of reality that's both far and near, and before you know it, it's stuck in the back of your throat.

walk along the beach. The rocks collided with each other by the flowing water, and the way they were scraped away little by little reminded me of the digestion of birds. Toothless birds grind the food they swallow together with sand and pebbles in a digestive tract called a gizzard. Indigestible pebbles help digest food. Gradually, the sea begins to feel like a large digestive organ.

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