I wake up to find our world in a whirlpool. Sad news after sad news. It's so easy to get trapped in the gloom. Why do we try to live? Natural instinct? Maybe it is. But life's a bit too long for just that. Asking myself those ordinary yet universal questions, over and over again, I began to travel. In an unknown land, whose words I don't understand, I lurk in the alleys, try to lose myself. And I click my shutter, like an insect attracted to light. I found in those photos, the light that embraces our world. And the momentary fragile world of ours, living under that light. Right now, somewhere in this world, a morning has come, the start of a new day under the sun. Now, somewhere in this world, a loving, beautiful moment is born. I treasured those loving, momentary world made by light. I began to collect them. Where ever I go,, those loving moments were still there. And when I gaze at those treasures, collected under so many different lights, I could feel - "All right".