Chen Tsu-kuei

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

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...