By the time you wake up, she may already be gone-- For me, “mother” means my grandmother, who raised me with inestimable affection. She is gradually dying. I thought I would regret it forever if I didn’t hear my grandmother’s story, so I started going to her house and recording her voices little by little since the summer of two years ago. She told me about the story of her first novel.
She got worse at the beginning of last year. I see that she now speaks as if her memory is fading, “She is now dreaming memories,” my father says.
At that time, the house I lived with her was about to be lost. I mixed the voice of her memories and the breathing of the house as a soundtrack. And then, I filmed the dream sequence on 8mm. I heard that “the dream you see in the morning is a message from the pure land (like a paradise according to Buddhism)”, but what kind of pure world is this? What kind of dream does my grandmother have? This film is dedicated to my “mother” grandmother.