Shot in the city of Shinagawa, Tokyo. An empty can of a coffee was on the ground. Nobody was around it. It was rolling back and forth when the wind blew in complete disregard of its wish. It kept moving on a constant basis.
Its condition looked like a life of human beings. Scratch that. It looked like my life. I thought my life was like a rootless wanderer. When I realized that, the can evoked a sense of affinity. And I kept watching it for a while.