Wastes are simply there. Looking into them, however, I feel the existence of a closed world as if nothing else is there. My mind is falling into a strange feeling as though I strayed alone into that world on which I do not have the slightest effect.
It awakes childhood memories unexpectedly. Desire and fear for a forbidden place in the depth of the darkness in a factory. They have been remaining in my heart ever since.
We, people are stained with the days gone by, just like trauma. Things are simply there, however, our past shows us their world. And then people realize: one has been gazing into the past of self through that world
"Material"
Yurika Toyama
Tokyo
