Round JPN [ Day 37 ]

Hamamatsu, Shizuoka

On the dunes, there is a route which was stroked by the wind. The tracks of a man are the tracks of the heart’s motion.

As there is one grain of sand, there is one drop of wind. As there is a man who is alone, there is a heart which is solitary. 

Gathering together, the sands swell up and engrave the wind on itself. Getting together in a place, we project our hearts on the insides of each other.