I wanted to write a poem about an unforgettable friendship from my youth, with someone with whom I can no longer be in touch, at least in reality. I first improvised with ink on film. The intuitive brushstrokes reflected the energy and flow of memory; then, I inscribed the poem directly onto a 400-foot roll of film and hand-developed the English translation. During the process, I stumbled upon some precious footage from an educational institution that was trying to clean up its library of old, damaged, and unwanted films. I juxtaposed this footage with a large painting I created, where two worlds coexist. One is the underground world, nurturing and protecting mysterious, fragile microscopic life forms, allowing them to continue living, even if they might appear dead in reality. Above the horizon is a place closer to reality, where a life form grows upwards, reaching for the sky. I floated and sank in the sea of memories.