-Ripples of Traces & Oblivion-

In this performance we remember Japanese writer Osamu Dazai who was born 100 years ago.
Human beings are born and die and are swallowed up by waves of oblivion, and the traces of their existence echo like ripples.
These traces over time live on in the words of individuals.
Everything becomes a memory at this moment and then fades away in a wave ofoblivion.
When we leave here, we will remember nothing.
"May I really meet you sometime?"-- the past called out to the future memory.