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.