Thoughts

The image of a sound.

Road to silence. Deafening noise. Vehicles passing endlessly. Pushing through waves of people walking, customers, tourists, street sellers. A traffic jam in constant motion where even lifting a crate from one side to the other requires extreme skill - and...

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The space of truce.

Road to balance. Puffing on a cigarette as if it were oxygen. A small, apparently meaningless gesture, which in Tsukiji becomes the boundary line between the ending and a new beginning. For the market workers, the day does not end...

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