There is a woman who paints on the stone. 

Where the stone came from and when it was there. 

Imagine.The edges and shapes that have been cut down. 

Feel the weight, small blemish, and stay inside. 

I feel the time that was remembered.

One day, a square brick comes to the woman's house. 

Asking him to take you back where he was. The woman follows the blindfold as it guides her.There is a woman who paints on the stone. Where the stone came from and when it was there. Imagine.The edges and shapes that have been cut down. Feel the weight, small blemish, and stay inside. I feel the time that was remembered.

One day, a square brick comes to the woman's house. Asking him to take you back where he was. The woman follows the blindfold as it guides her. They cut in places where bricks could be placed, but it is a new apartment that has already been rebuilt. The edge of the brick is falling off. There are no more walls for the bricks, but eventually you choose where you were. And it is gradually being cut in circles like other bricks. It's getting smaller and smaller.

She returns home and draws a map remembering the path she was stoning around. There must be very common pieces of stone on the path.