I have a strange fascination with holes.

Memories of everyone desperately digging a hole in the cliff to make a secret base in childhood,

Haruki Murakami's "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" has a mysterious uplifting feeling in the well scene.

A donut hole?

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The title "Troel" is a small scoop. ​

Like scratching hardI'm thinking of digging a hole.

The soil got stuck between my nails as if I was digging with my bare hands,

Troel is so unreliable that it seems to bend if it comes to a hard stratum ahead.

I don't know if it's fun or sad

I feel like I have to dig anyway

dig deep.

hole.

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