I bought my first camera in 2012.

Taking the long night bus up to Iwate, as far from Tokyo as I could get.

There was something, something incredible. You see, the festival followed the winding course through the town, as it always had, but the town was gone.
Only foundations and the outlines of streets remained.

Just as Dante followed Virgil, I too follow the path of the past, looking for clues and hints as to what is to come.