So wholesome and so Japan. A Japanese trademark stasis of estrangement where a little humor and bliss outbursts. Is it Hamaguchi-esque? Only with his apparent artificial touch of drama completely stripped out, laying bare the most ordinary, mundane yet touching slice of life. Such is life where loss and frustration abound: the loss of a job; the loss of a ball that's just one stick shy from being retrieved after going to great length; the loss of connection with an old friend whose hard-to-seek address in this urban maze no longer belongs to them; the loss and recovery of a wandering elderly, confused and stubbornly mistakes his own home; the loss of a bygone neighborly commune dissolved through the process of urban alienation; the loss of a dear friend who can no longer take photos of you; the flickering firework that will eventually go out sooner or later.
So let's not lose sight of the present, where fireworks, dance, improvised music nonsense abound if we so choose. Let's celebrate every birthday, listen to the 4500 year old ancient sounds and vibe with them, let's create the proof of our existence through music, photo and film and let's remember.