Nine years and half has passed since that day's catastrophic great earthquake and so big tunami.
Towns have been rebuilt over devestated land, for the ones who visit for the first time, that is not so omenous impressive estate, but for the ones whose minds could never eliminate any memory of deceased ones' alive faces smiling, weeping, cheering the other ones.

Souls only that memory holders have in mind could be seen by only them.

Very pleasantly clean town aspect is completely planned it and for newcommers, that would be symbol to get their dreams met in their future, but for the ones having another memory, all newly built environment is anytime crossing with own those days' diffrentiated memory to these days.

Just for the ones' mind, unforgettable memory and its reminiscence are coming up to their minds.
However, landscape is innocent.

For the developers of rebuilding towns, that beachside town is very dreamy new possibility generating land. But for the older habitants, never forgettable many things only fly around that town.

However, landscape itself is never the thing which privilaged ones' estate.
Mind, brain, heart is consistently filled with each distinctive ideas, hopes, and wishes, only stuffed memory and association can cry and weep, but landscape is anytime not reacting and apathetic, and that is okay, landscape itself has no persistence.
Only our brain and mind have own attatchment, thus human would be a slave controled only by packed attached memory.

Probably only windy air and bleezing carrying another area's fruits' smell can be seen to anybody, that thing is enough, no other things could mean nothing.

Someday, trucks conveying many sands or so would be reduced from now state.

Just completely another memories must be made by many ones, that thing is no problem, originally, each brain and mind is substantially remotely independent. 

Only that thing must be the unchangeable truth.

(Sep. 12th. 2020)