Golden Hour

Goruden Awa

André Santos Martins

The sun is forever setting in Tokyo and Taro leaves the city behind. In the dark hour far away, he walks without arrival. Through nightly deserted villages, fields and forests, his phone lights the way, as wandering becomes plot and the landscape a space of projection.

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