Wander
Tokyo from the gaps between things. Not the neon Tokyo everyone photographs. The residential alley that dead-ends at a staircase. The train passing overhead while people gather below. The vintage shop at midnight with three worlds stacked in a single vertical frame. The city seen from the outside of its own warmth, through glass, at the hour when it belongs entirely to itself. I prioritise the atmosphere of a place over its postcards. 東京には、隙間がある。 路地の奥、電車の下、深夜のガラス越しに見える他人の世界。 私はその隙間から、静かに覗き込む。 絵葉書には映らない東京。 でも、確かにそこに息づいている東京。 場所の空気感を、ありのままに。