

In just a fifty-year stream of time, Thingamajig Hills and Watchamacallit Tower will be grotesque and dilapidated abominations, the cityscape will have gone through changes more drastic than we can imagine, and within those city streets, a human species we wouldn’t recognize today will populate that future world. You don’t need digital or analog or polliwog to see that this city has already taken on a nightmarish aspect, in my view. But on that day, I didn’t have my usual optimistic shoot-above-allelse kind of attitude which would have told me that’s all the more reason to record it on film. A feeling of “so what about it?” was too strong. My frustration got the better of me. Anyway, l suffered from a lack of sleep and was completely exhausted.As the cab approached its destination under a stifling cloudy sky, an image of overblown cherry blossoms flashed by the car window. I felt terribly gloomy. The driver had dropped into silence. It was an inconsequential moment on a late spring afternoon.
– DAIDO MORIYAMA
Akio Nagasawa Publishing, Moriyama Daido Photo Foundation

