“When you open your eyes, what do you want to see?
Is it a colorful and vibrant world under neon sky, or a world wrapped in blood-red skies that is increasingly mottled?
As we move from childhood to old age, the city we live in is also changing from left to right. Now, gently closing my eyes, I fantasized about the course of the world, either climbing back into neon or sinking into blood. At this time, with hope and anxiety, I opened my eyes . . .”