I stared blankly out the train window. The scenery visible from the window appeared and disappeared one after another, beyond my intention. Even as I gazed at it intently, those things vanished; to grasp them, I fixed each moment in place by overwriting them one by one. And then there was night. Still, the enduring lighthouse did not go out of its way to inform on us, so we decided to borrow a little of that orange light. A black car traveling along the public road chases the line ahead, emitting a pitiful sound. Exhibited at Roppongi Art Night 2025.