This is a story about finding a home with an abandoned girl.
But as a road movie, the film's focus seems to be on the landscape that the characters experience.
Do we forget who we are when we live in the roads, streets, and skyscrapers that have been infinitely replicated by modern capitalism? Everything we see is always engraved in a mold, and it becomes irrelevant to me, no longer important, does it mean that it does not exist, it has become another copy in the infinitely copied landscape Taste?
Alice was lost by her mother, but her memory has her grandmother's house. She doesn't know where it is, she only knows when she sees it.
At this time, all the landscapes of the world suddenly have meaning. Because there is a house that is my own home.
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