seemed both obvious and self-evident, while also seeming like an unsolvable problem. As I came into contact with the materials left behind I was bowled over by Hiroshima and the atomic bomb, which is something I should have already known about. I have neither the qualifications nor the capability to speak for Hiroshima. I began by first becoming self-aware of this fact. Seventy-three years have passed since the day when an atomic mushroom cloud rose up into the sky over Hiroshima. Nothing was resolved, as numerous questions were suddenly left suspended in midair.

The poster depicts how things stand in the world of 2018.

Perhaps it is out of fear that I will be laughed at as people wonder what appeal I was trying to raise with this poster of a happy-go-lucky question mark-shaped cloud that I am writing this composition that reads like an excuse. Yet separate from the end result of the poster, in some way I feel as if there has been some small significance in this personal experience of thinking about Hiroshima. I will continue pondering each of the questions raised by Hiroshima out of my desire to think about what lies up ahead that we are currently still unable to see.