[ The fish are more accurate to kimono motifs than real depictions of fish- his perspective for art had always come from his grandmother's collection of kimono, and it was painfully apparent in his hallucinations. The colors might have been his own choices though, because surely magenta koi with bright blue bubbled-eyes didn't get printed on fabric, in his era let alone any other. His delusions were deeply personal, in that way, and he hated others seeing them...but it felt fair, when the older man's own hallucinations were brightening from the effect. ]

...I think we're all stuck in the past in some way. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. [ He can't know if the girls of this man's memory truly are happy, but he can hope they are. Sometimes, that's the most important thing. (Hazy, indistinct and hidden among the increased colors of the illusion, made more from the iridescence of a bubble's surface than the more physical stuff of the young girls- there's the figure of a woman crouched down next to them. Tama doesn't seem to realize she's there.) He turns to the side, gesturing towards the girls. ] Sometimes it's because we still have hope trapped back then. It's always worthwhile to hold on to that sort of dream, because it means that can still be our present.