The pictures captured my summer time in Japan. The images froze the melting moisture in the air. The color of jade in front of me with a fluid giant thing floating up there; the greenish vision in front of a mystery city; the uncertainty of the number of heads that the flying fish has; the color of the future that the strangers are longing for; the summer spirit before the next spring on the dirty floor. I was there, but i was not there. I was at the edge of the utterly surreal world. I remember the heat on my skin, but i forgot the texture of the shutter.