Small days passing away, the present disappearing. The precious time that we spend here is buried and disappears in the history of the world. I don’t want to erase these precious little days. I want to leave behind the fact that there was a small day called “today” in this world. In order to preserve the meaningless record of each day, I took photographs not with digital cameras, but with film, which has superior recording properties. Looking at the present through the lens of 90 years ago, I recorded the passing of ordinary days.