”Usually my loneliness feel like a bento box. And everyone is rice but I am one grain that fell into a different compartment. So I know there is other rice grains but I feel distant from them. 

But this loneliness feels like I am a rice grain in the middle of a gymnasium and have no idea that there are any other rice grains anywhere.”

 

This lithograph triptych is an narrative of this feeling and a sense of hope to find a place the Rice Bowl again.