PAST PROJECTS: Going Home

My friend once called me "the Olympics" because I visit Japan, my home country, only once in four years. When I do, though, I wander around the streets to take it all in.  

The lights, the noise, a smell of food and people's voices: all so familiar, yet so distant they are becoming after many years of living abroad.  

I used to visit these streets to feel a sense of anonymity. Getting lost in the crowd somehow calmed me down. Now I search for something different, a sense of belonging perhaps.