Junku Nishimura

I’m visiting a new town. Its streets, crowded during the daytime, soon wear me out. I head back to the hostel for a nap as the sun sets. A quick shower and a quick wipe of my camera’s lens. I slip three rolls of T-MAX into my pocket. Stepping outside, I feel the first pangs of hunger and thirst, so I look for a diner. One filled with locals suits me just fine. A few customers, probably laborers, are already drunk. Later, some white-collar workers join in.