Japan is a dream place for me, stuck between the real and metaphysical. This has for the most part to do with the influence Haruki Murakami’s writing has on my perception of Tokyo. The fluid darkness that sits beneath the surface of both the city and its people. It also has to do with this indescribable “feeling” that only Japan possesses. I know it, I feel it but I cannot describe it. I hope to have captured it in photographs.