I’ve forgotten what it’s like to consider me and only me To see myself beyond the masses of my failures The retribution, I owe to no one but myself
To cast doubt on the severing of my familial ties

The pervasive nature of shame within certain societal aspects of Japan afflicts those that cross the path of failure. Three intensively driven chambers for introspection are coupled with the meandering journey, seeking to mend the critically wounded psyche. In parallel, a dichotomy is formed as the colonnaded gardens allow a temporal refuge against the vigorous self contemplation of the program.