We have never seen Taro or Toshiko,
In order to travel between these facts
We continue back and forth between
The house of memories and the scent of life
And the cemetery
Where death is buried like rubbish and put to rest.In order to pick up and discard
The superfluities scattered in bothThese are the things that pollute the present
But like the motivation to create language
Like the social problems that face those who nod,
They are what nourish art.

That is why we want to tell them not to kill all of these
Nuclear, waste, color, myths, oblivion, centuries, graves, peace, or war
The concept of names like Taro and Chim↑Pom and work
The inevitability of the existence of good or evil numbers or religion or society or ethics
Do not create any of them, that is what we want to say

It is the art that is born from these contradictions
That is the true opinion of being that ultimately knows nothing.
We ask it from the bottom of our hearts

We become
Rubbish, god and stones
We do not know what we want to say,
We just continue to look at bones

Chim↑Pom 2013