When the sun sets and people stop coming, the city reveals another face.
The camera finds color and light even in the darkness,
and in that darkness, I rediscover the small, precious breaths of hppiness we've forgottn.
This photograph is the record that questions the meaning of existence in the time of
stillness and silence.
At night, when the noise of the day has disappear, the city finally reveals itself.
Under the streetlights, the empty streets and colsed doors bear the traces of the day
and warmth of time.
The photograph records not the darkness of the city, but the quiet vitality that
blossoms within it.