Nowadays I think about emotional explosion, and always go back to the meaning of ‘explosion’. I guess that it means some kind of organism kept in objects powerfully try to come outside.

If the organism is kept as it is without any stimulation, it usually doesn’t explode. Only if it gets reaction due to adding other elements or reaches limits of its capacity, it might explode.

Each object has its own features that modify its shape, such as outlines and capacity. When it comes to myself, I used to think my features are the way others view me. People’s apparance often reflects their personality, but our whole shape and appearance are only for others to recognise us. We all can’t see ourselves from outside.

In order to know my own shape, I have explored it from inside by digging. It is still unclear but I could vaguly find my outlines. I had been drawn in a kind of ocean without knowing why and where I was in the situation. It was the ocean consisting of emotions. As Many emotions mixed up and followed me as if they were big swell, I tried to escape from them. However, I was drawn. I couldn’t understand each emotions that consist of swell, and the cause of those swell.

One day, I realised that I had been drawn for a long time. I was already in a shallow part of the ocean, I still struggled to swim. When I found out my situation and stood up, I could get on shore. The area of the island describes my mental capacity, and the secenary of that illustrates my inner world. When I reach lands from ocean, I am always reassured. As well as this landing, understanding myself is the best way to reassure me. I have been exploring the island.