For two months, I wandered through Tokyo, moving without direction, carried by the city’s restless flow. Trains rushed by, crowds filled the streets, neon flickered against glass, but I found myself drawn to the spaces in between. The alleys where time slows, the pauses between footsteps, the stillness that lingers beneath the motion. In a city that never stops, I searched for the quiet, the unnoticed rhythms, the fleeting moments of solitude, the way light settles in empty corners. This is Tokyo, not in its noise, but in its silence. In between the rush, in between the seen.
In/Between
