Naoshima, Kagawa Prefecture
By 4pm, everything was closed.
People in Naoshima still lived by the sun. Often, hours of the few eateries and coffee shops on the island said "10am - Sundown", and otherwise simply, "Closed in Winter".
The island's silence and stillness were unfamiliar, yet comfortable. It was like a relaxing bath you didn't realize you needed until you stepped in, or a reunion with an old friend, one you couldn't remember why you'd let so much time pass once you were together.
I walked around in the deserted streets, in complete silence aside from an occasional chirping of a bird or a faint sound of the radio from a house I passed by.
Time passed slower here.
Everybody else was in a rush.
Words and photos by Kasumi Mizoguchi