Walking through Tokyo for five nights.
Local time zone doesn’t blend with the body, there is no time.
Every picture is a life lesson, expressed in every caption, a reflection about love and being alone in the city of the solitary Tokyoites.
The journey could be anytime, in past, in present and in future.
The night is everywhere, in the wood, in the room, in the heart, in the city.
WALKING THROUGH TIME AND SPACE
WE CANNOT UN-NEED EACH OTHER
A MEETING WITH A GOLDSMITH
SICK SLIDING DOORS
WHERE ARE YOU?
GRIEF OF A DOLMEN
MOVE ON, EVERYTHING IS DEAD HERE
EVERYONE IS EXACTLY WHERE HE NEEDS TO BE
YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO LIVE IN THE MUCK
BOUNDARIES ARE IMPORTANT
BE EASY IS SO FUCKING HEAVY
THE MATERIAL WORLD IS NOT PERFECT