The future is uniformly there for those who are old and those who are not, and as long as we don't stop, it will get closer and further away. The future is elusive when even the present is unstable. Yet, we spend our time now with the faint hope that there is hope and light ahead. If we look directly at it, our original sense of danger comes back to haunt us, and we almost become rigid. As if to confirm, I fold my fingers and count them one by one. The irregular arrangement of numbers and symbols expresses the scene. The juxtaposition of numbers and symbols is beautiful and fascinating.
