POETIC SPACE / BLUE

	The existences, we are depending on but not conscious of. You, called as enterprizes, systems that domesticate willful men into productive masines, conquerors! I hope you may be the cups that are for dipping charmful time.

	Escaped from the openness, then to run into the closed space as descending, descending, descending.... I seek for the dean in the underground world, for the desire of rebirth. I seek for the providence or the illusion of providence that will give me the hope to live.

Maze Hole / 29k / June 1997 / by Tsutomu Higo

	PowaPuwan PiwaPowan PuwaPewan PawaPuwan Party of monsters! That'll be ended sooner or later. All monsters are our reflections. Look! And say at least. "Every thing is good."

Monsters' Ball / 26k / June 1997 / by Tsutomu Higo

	Being fallen and lying in the field of the diffusion or the cohesion, I applied myself to the darkness that closed the sky. I may be eroded by the silent mist that falls onto my consciousness.

Erosive Rest / 37k / June 1997 / by Tsutomu Higo

	The field of time and space that is formed by the duet of spirals. They were drawn by each other but now they go along by the mechanism of the field. And they will be under the illusion that they are on an auto-machine for them.

Marital Status / 30k / June 1997 / by Tsutomu Higo