When restlessness sets in, the hand reaches for the phone, and minutes dissolve in empty scrolling.

In moments like these, I turn my gaze to the quiet mystery of forms untouched by human hands.

When the season shifts, and the air gathers differently along the shop-lined street, the line between here and elsewhere softens quietly, almost imperceptibly.

The kataoka Tokyo Flagship Store stands in a former factory, built in 1932. For nearly a century, this building has quietly witnessed the passing of time.

Its walls have held many lives, many stories, most of them now fading. My desire is to honor what remains. To preserve, even in a small way, the presence this place has carried through the years.