Thirty-two TV screens, tall enough to create a barrier, withhold and muddle up memories, presenting sights and sounds of things past or future. The screens, which have been placed at angles, seem to create folds that form part of a larger swaying electronic fabric. Footage shows various symbioses of potential narratives made up of small movements and hesitation.

It is to be watched in the same way as is read the tenuous and delicate words of traditional Japanese poetry. The television screens are just as delicate, and as tiles of a complex mosaic of light, they might as well be the same screen, but they are actually as different from each other as inhabitants of faraway alien universes.