However, the reason nature is beautiful is because it is reflected in my dying eyes. I have seen, loved, and understood more than others.
That is the only thing that satisfies me somewhat, even amidst my suffering.
A letter to an old friend
Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Last year, as I was looking at a collection of photographs taken on April 7th, I wanted to title it a collection of masterpieces by a super-duper genius, accompanied by the performance of a super-duper genius violinist, Natsuho Murata.
That’s how excellent this photo book is.
And when I was thinking about why, the words in the title came to mind.
These are the words of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, whom I was somehow devoted to in high school.