I feel like immersing myself in this illusion, eager to discover the truth that this night has to tell me.

Beauty, resilience, and the unexpected: a decisive moment across the streets of Kamakura.

A wistful sentimental yearning for return to an irrecoverable condition, far in place and time.

How wonderful it is to look back on those years when our hearts are most impressionable and dreams are a pin on a map.

In Crete, the stranger is still the unknown god. Before him, all doors and all hearts are opened.