Tsukiji Fish Market

I'm drawn to fish markets in the way I am to a Zara store.

I don't always go to one, but when I do, I spend my time looking at the stains on the walls, the colour and vibrance of the fish that stand out in the dim lighting, the gag-inducing fishy smell, white styrofoam boxes filled with fish guts - as I would, taking my time to go through each rack of lovely clothing.

As weird as it may seem, I've got the softest spot for fish markets.

Even when I get yelled at to move out of the way of uncles on fish-transporting bikes.

I like each and every day to be different, to have my Instagram squares an eclectic mix of everything I like/enjoy/feel about, to be as present as possible, to go to bed at night knowing I've learnt something new that day, that who I am today is at least a sliiiiiggghhhhhhtlyyyyyyy better version of who I was the day before.

Haven't felt like taking photos of much, even in Tokyo, beautiful as its quiet x busy x neon x old streets are, for reasons somewhat unknown and various.

- Funky angles that throw it all out of proportion

- An inability to transform the magic unfolding in front of me into a mere camera frame and screen

- Unknown ??

I thought about it for quite awhile - because these things y'know, frustrate me. 

And then I remembered this quote that goes 

"If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph"

And then I realised that maybe I've lost so much of what feels important 

that there's nothing much left to photograph?