“I lose sight of both the dream and the hope.
I indulge in drugs and liquor and all I wish for is to die. It’s so selfish. Every day I repeat this ritual but I am still alive.
I remember that there is the cello, a keepsake from my father that he once used to play. Every day he would be my teacher and we’d practice together. In an moment, I make up my mind. I take my cello and wander the city’s streets. I perform once again. Every day. And my ritual dies. The dream and the hope rejoice. Gradually, the cello becomes more important than oneself. Becomes the means to end my selfishness, to care about others more than myself.” - words from Flux Magazine's website.
Photography SUGURU SAITO// Stylist TOMOHIRO HANADA// Hair MASATO INOUE