“I think that the everyday has many slits in its landscape, of which over on the other side, there is another world.”
— Daidō Moriyama
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While reading “Memories of a dog”, I imagined myself as a japanese Kerouac, on the road with Daidō. We were trying to get lost in space-time, in search of this state where, deprived of our usual landmarks, we would come to confuse past, present, memory and imagination. Daidō was not nostalgic. He was not looking for a memorable image, but for the image of memory itself.
