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A Backstreet Symphony
In the backstreets of a Japanese city (the "rojiura"), there are always these labyrinthine alleys. Here, sunlight is sliced into fragments, and both time and noise seem to slow down.
In the foreground, the industrial scaffolding forms the first, raw frame. In the mid-ground, the hanging sign of a theater troupe, "Soten," adds a touch of the theatrical and surreal to this everyday scene.
And at the very end of these layered frames and shadows, in the only brightly lit passage, a cyclist slowly approaches. He is the sole protagonist on this forgotten stage, the warmest note in this backstreet symphony composed of metal, wood, and concrete textures.
A Backstreet Symphony
In the backstreets of a Japanese city (the "rojiura"), there are always these labyrinthine alleys. Here, sunlight is sliced into fragments, and both time and noise seem to slow down.
In the foreground, the industrial scaffolding forms the first, raw frame. In the mid-ground, the hanging sign of a theater troupe, "Soten," adds a touch of the theatrical and surreal to this everyday scene.
And at the very end of these layered frames and shadows, in the only brightly lit passage, a cyclist slowly approaches. He is the sole protagonist on this forgotten stage, the warmest note in this backstreet symphony composed of metal, wood, and concrete textures.