On the imaginary tracks of his life
And no – this working life is not enough.
Sets out to the factory in the morning. Work. Not very exciting. But one does what one must do.
Wednesday lunch at a restaurant for a change. Took a picture of the menu. The usual black-and-white style, a bit blurry, a bit unfocused, a bit retro. Can’t make out what’s on that menu except it’s pictures of dishes.
The streets of Toyama. Cars. Houses. Legs. People, not recognizable. Backyards. Machinery. Birds in flight. Sky with clouds. All black and white. Grey. Tristesse. It’s a way of life.
Tristesse! How nourishing. You can survive on that in the societal drought.
Nice to meet you, especially for a prolonged weekend of walking around with a camera.
– James Steerforth (© 2021)