I wanted to smash the surface of the water with my fist. To ruin the perfect reflection. But I didn't.
Tonight, the air is thick as syrup. I left the shutter door of my little rental house open—just a crack. The glass of the sliding door has become a dark, patient mirror. -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image
Ishigaki does this to you. It is a place of liminal spaces—where the jungle meets the concrete, where the Kuroshio Current brings tropical fish that look like living jewels, and where the Yaeyama dialect whispers words that have no direct translation into Tokyo-standard Japanese. I wanted to smash the surface of the water with my fist