Having grown up in Hong Kong, the city which never sleeps, I am already used to being surrounded by noise and light pollution everywhere. I thought I would long for complete silence, but every time I find myself in a room in an unfamiliar corner of the world, I could not help but leave some light and music on. I will not be able to fall asleep in the company of too much darkness and silence. Habit is such a scary concept. Away from home, I am used to waking up early and going for a walk at dawn with my camera, when there is no one outside. If I have the fortune to run into early-rising locals in the countryside, most encounters will only go so far as salutations and head-nodding before each goes their separate ways unless you make an eager effort to initiate a conversation. However, In rural Japan, where the population is aging severely, the elderly are eager to engage in small talk with strangers to dispel loneliness.
looking at the photos and reading articles. Each word and sentence conjures up images. An enthusiast of Japanese culture, I would like to leave a record of my own memories of the Heisei Era before the new one begins.