Transient Days

I have been terrified of the emptiness of death since I was a child.

The image of black nothingness explodes onto my mind, and even the temporary darkness of sleep frightens my soul.

I cling to life as each passing day cuts my existence shorter. The photographic paper is all that's left of the bits of my memory that have fallen into oblivion.
They will be all that is left of me when I am dead.

These photos will be my farewell gift to the world when I am dead.

うたかたの日々

幼きころから死への恐怖に慄き立ちすくむ。

無になるイメージが頭を廻り、眠りにつく前の一瞬の闇さえも恐ろしい。

生に執着する私は、過ぎ去る一日一日を切り取り、忘却の底へ沈み行く記憶を印画紙へ呼び戻す。

つもりゆく写真は、、何時か訪れる死への餞（はなむけ）になればいい。