Memory Practice 3 ‘The thing that I wished to resemble was the mellow darkness; we were about to find neither the time nor the memory. After I understood I could find nothing, the darkness went blank little by little.’ For A, the practice of letting go of what once existed is still unfamiliar. His feeling of this season shakes the people’s memory, leaving them in a state of fragility within this city. His feelings for the people who only retain their emotions in this city remind him of the end of the relationship, and no further effort can be made. The memory makes him bring to a conclusion. Even though he concludes it, he couldn’t bring any harmony to this time. 'I observe people during these long, sunless days and sense their gradual weariness. Losing vitality, memories, and identities, they are unable to see their surroundings.' The memory announces to him that the time of decision is drawing near to him. Even if he cannot fully understand every moment, he slowly begins to accept it. Little by little, he understands he couldn’t leave it entirely peaceful, as he notices how many times it has overwhelmed him, how deeply it has delved into his pieces of body for a certain time. A wants to find himself. He doesn’t want to leave him in a state of ignorance. In the meantime, everything reaches its own conclusion. He does not have much time to hold on to the delicate things. They are slipping away from his time. He finally finds the meaning of the situation, which he cannot help but lose. He is just staring at times, and he cannot move. He is staring at the clock, and he cannot move. The clock looks like it is functioning normally but has lost its movement. B is now staring at the things that cannot move. That clock has a different meaning of immobility from A’s. B begins to throw the conversation to the clock so that she cannot share the conversation. While her clock seems to be functioning well, she starts a dialogue with the clock that has come to a halt. B cannot feel confident about believing everything. A is near enough B. He cannot believe everything in here. Everything slowly scatters, and he feels that his dialogue in this place scatters. B realises she hasn’t spoken to the clocks that could no longer converse. She tries to stop moving them in his life. Speaking about things that had already disappeared only makes her forget her life at this moment. Perhaps forgetting the present isn’t such a bad thing. No one requires her anything, but she wonders why she chose to leave behind the memory of today. B might be practising embroidering memories she has never felt before. A never knows how much time he has left, simply continuing to converse with him—how precious these moments are, and how precious it is that he is to hold on to his words, even though he has gone.