sngw - SukJu Na
I was sitting in a café in Shinagawa station having breakfast and watching through the window legions of commuters owing silently in an orderly manner. Spontaneously I wanted to join them, so I went out and walked in. It was like standing on an endless conveyor belt. Each “product” might be unique inside, despite of its impassive soulless face. A river of sealed individualities.