Chen Tsu-kuei

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the cicadas chirped incessantly outside. In the living room, his parents seemed to be arguing about something. Young Ah-Sheng stood by the door, quietly peeking in, not daring to make a sound. On this blazing afternoon, he had a dream...

This film records my father’s daily life after my grandmother’s passing, exploring memory as a form of the soul’s continuation.