One day after watching a film festival movie, I (the author) said to Chin-Chieh: "If there's nothing serious, I would like to watch another movie." That's when I realized I was classifying "go home" as a big event. February 23, 2023, I walked home on that day. On the way home, I noticed that it became quite ceremonial. The night scenes along the road, the memories of traveling with family, and the "failed" Super 8 images produced at home, all turned into the scenery of memories. At the same time, I also realize that when I am in the space of my home, I impose constraints on myself.

One day after watching a film festival movie, I (the author) said to Chin-Chieh: "If there's nothing serious, I would like to watch another movie." That's when I realized I was classifying "go home" as a big event. February 23, 2023, I walked home on that day. On the way home, I noticed that it became quite ceremonial. The night scenes along the road, the memories of traveling with family, and the "failed" Super 8 images produced at home, all turned into the scenery of memories. At the same time, I also realize that when I am in the space of my home, I impose constraints on myself.

One day after watching a film festival movie, I (the author) said to Chin-Chieh: "If there's nothing serious, I would like to watch another movie." That's when I realized I was classifying "go home" as a big event. February 23, 2023, I walked home on that day. On the way home, I noticed that it became quite ceremonial. The night scenes along the road, the memories of traveling with family, and the "failed" Super 8 images produced at home, all turned into the scenery of memories. At the same time, I also realize that when I am in the space of my home, I impose constraints on myself.

The person in the photo is my grandma. She passed away… After developing this roll of film, I found out this is the only portrait. My grandma is blurred in this photo. I neither knew the reason what happened to me back then. The distance between me and Grandma has always been so far, and the closest one. It's the moment when our eyes meet in the camera.

The person in the photo is my grandma. She passed away… After developing this roll of film, I found out this is the only portrait. My grandma is blurred in this photo. I neither knew the reason what happened to me back then. The distance between me and Grandma has always been so far, and the closest one. It's the moment when our eyes meet in the camera.

The person in the photo is my grandma. She passed away… After developing this roll of film, I found out this is the only portrait. My grandma is blurred in this photo. I neither knew the reason what happened to me back then. The distance between me and Grandma has always been so far, and the closest one. It's the moment when our eyes meet in the camera.

“My birthday with God” tells the story of a young boy yearning for attention and understanding on a day that holds deep personal significance—his birthday.