Scarecrow

We are increasingly stuck in a hollow state, going through each day.
Like this in the composition: a scarecrow that looks like a real person. Or perhaps a real person who resembles a scarecrow.

Our relationships have become empty: making friends, falling in love, and getting married feel like tasks to complete—just to follow society’s timeline, rather than truly feeling the connection of love in the process of being together.

This is a desolate era. On the surface, everything seems beautiful, just like the scenery in the composition. On the surface, everything seems beautiful.

But the hearts we use to feel are growing more and more numb, aren’t they?

This "Scarecrow" series conveys a question about this confusion. We hope someone can tell us why, in this world declared as an age of civilization, where everything appears to be progressing rapidly and beautifully, our hearts are becoming increasingly numb?