A few years ago, my sister left for somewhere to create a new life. A life without our parents and without me. Memories are sometimes bitter but also linger sweetly. My collection is titled "sister" and is told by way of short poems, explaining how "sister" ended up there, wherever. She travels and travels and travels to capture nothing. People let her into their heart. Every time one makes her leave town, she leaves depressed and anxious. That melancholy leads me back to the construction of stationary systems of hanging - hanging on. This will keep the body working as an accessory, on which clothing is hung.