Humans cannot break their relationship with water. From ancient times, instinctively seeks water, accumulates it, fills it, and consumes it. The civilization that begins on the water’s side also disappears after being prosperous, unable to withstand the distortion between humans and nature. However, as time goes on, new civilizations will change places and reach their peak. I feel like it’s a repeated act of filling and defeating a water bottle. The act of twisting the soil and stacking it to make a water bottle is a conversation with me about time. It is also an encounter with a moment that transcends time and space, where you can feel your thoughts in ancient times.