He knows not where his day will begin, but always searching, most of the time lost, but it’s all right, he must keep on walking, must keep on shooting. He keeps going back to the same place however they are never the same colours. Bright lights! A small shrine in the thick of all the chaos! Where is the next best ramen joint? He seeks out with patience. His hunger was rewarded.

This was scribbled on a temple somewhere “may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone”.

Faces different, all beautiful, generous and wise.

He keeps on walking.