Use dissolves into uselessness; uselessness returns to use—
an endless crossing, a ceaseless transposition.
The utility of the useless, the futility within the useful:
a trembling threshold where distinctions begin to unravel.
It is within this fragile interstice
that the essence of things—
their latent value—comes into presence.
yomuyo is a space that holds this threshold—
where objects, drawn from across time and geographies,
are placed in quiet relation,
and begin to pose questions through their presence.