Morisawa Poster
I once went to “Dream Island.” When I saw the mountains of rubbish there, I felt as if it were all screaming chaotically, surrounding me with a discordant sort of music like Captain Beefheart. I remember fleeing the spot, shrugging my shoulders with exaggerated nonchalance. The sight was not just dead rubbish; the entire scene made me think that words were being born. I do not recall when that was, or why I was there, but I feel that the impression of that day was somehow expressed in this poster.