Times are changing. Of course, the times are changing, who's going to argue? We may not have seen how our grandparents' generation had struggled in education that we might not have felt, cutting down a struggle we might not be able to do.

We may also witness, how our father and mother's generation, interact in daily life, go into various limitations. However, in fact, we still do not doubt there is a change.

There is a change in the trees whose branches are more branching, the rods are stronger, the leaves more spacious. There was a change in the old car that was left in the parking lot since when, with paint that continues to peel, with rust that continues to widen. There was a change in the old faces in the memory, with less sharp eyes, incomplete skin details. There are changes that make a difference.

Without the need to examine extreme instances scattered around his story, there are also changes that sneak into the simplest imagery. Slowly spread, almost senseless. Unconsciously, what is commonly known in the past, is now a foreign object. Change only feels if we look back, and compare with the current condition.