After the celebration
This indescribable appearance
IrresistiblyI like it.

I don't like crowded places like festivals, drinking parties, and other events. I have no connection with parties, so much so that I doubt whether they really exist in this world. On the other hand, I really like the loneliness that comes after a noisy event, and the sad feeling of an empty classroom.

It's over. That's the feeling I got.
The vestiges of the hustle and bustle resonate with me in the same way. The remains of the crackers used in the "party" whose existence I still doubt, carry an indescribable loneliness. The melancholy after the festival. This is a selfish embodiment of that melancholy. Because these crackers are old, the colored paper has deteriorated a little and is easily torn and tangled, but even in their unsettled shapes, the "aftermath of the festival" continues.

Text by Shigenori Tsuzuki