Locked in the bathroom, I was frightened by the thundering sound of the door. Do not disturb. Excreting words, scribbling them on the wall, looking to the right, to the left, to the back, to the front, I realized that I was alone at the end, after being swayed by myself. ―This is the world―. Then who knocked on the door of the world? "Is there someone inside?" or "Is there someone outside?" I don't know. When the excreted words lose their way and continue to wander, word after word after word（“Words, words, words”）, when they reach the end of the world, what on earth do those words that lead to silence say to me?
ー Yu MURAI（Writer／Director）