1. When I was a child, my dream was to be a spotter # 01 When I was a child, my dream was to be a sculptor. There is no grand momentum. Elementary school lessons. An art class where you can bring laundry soap and make a piece of art with a carving tool. That’s what fascinated me. I remember that day vividly. Like excavating a jewel in a square, I moved my hand as I was drawn to the carving. The finished product was very good to look at with the eyes of an elementary school student. So much so that I want to fill the world with this beautiful thing. From then on, I wanted to be a sculptor who excavated beautiful things. * * * * “To be honest, I think it’s better to give up going to art school.” The teacher finished with difficulty. It was mid-December, and a bitter cold wave was blowing through the window of the empty practice room. “Sir. There are only 106 regular rice paddies in the country. ··· Is there nowhere for her to go?”