Every city has its thresholds — the moment before you step in, the moment after you step out. In between, the city happens to you.

These photographs were made in Tokyo and Kyoto, but they are less about places than about passages. The streets here are not backdrops; they are forces. People move through them the way light moves through glass — present, refracted, briefly visible, then gone.

To photograph a city is to stand at its entrance repeatedly, never quite arriving. The shutter opens and closes. Someone walks past. A reflection doubles the world and makes it strange. By the time the image is made, the moment has already become an exit.

This book begins in stillness and ends in blur. Everything in between is the city — and the act of passing through it.