I have a strangely comfortable feeling in the porch, being neither outside nor inside. Since then, the porch has a role for me above the space. My porch, existing as an ambiguous size, occupies the role between outside and inside. neither cold nor warm, neither dangerous nor safe, neither noisy nor quiet. Why do I feel safe in this indeterminate space? I recapitulate the insignificant events in my everyday life, I am on the trail of the past and the already disappeared.
