“Poop~~~!”

We are born naked, crying and pooping as we emerge from our mother's womb. That cry is a plea to be looked at because I am alive. We live our entire lives with that cry. Only the sound changes in order to survive.

Usually, children develop their survival skills under parental care. However, there are also those who learn to survive on their own, without any parental care. Parents are not all the same. Each one implants their own way of life into the child's brain. Yet, the child is an individual who may or may not accept it. “Poop~~~!”

Going through puberty, feeling one's own changes, searching for who one is, meeting a partner before one knows it, becoming a father who has children, and repeating the cycle of an era that must be passed down. “Poop~~~!”

My excrement is buried in the different cries of wailing of every era, and is buried again in the era of one who cries louder than me.

The time of leaving such a world is like returning to one's mother's womb, becoming oneself and being buried in the earth.

Once again, “Poop~~~!”