Eiji Okumura

Once, I chased the sky with a pole in my hand. Now I chase moments — the kind that scream and whisper all at once. I landed in New York with a broken dream and a borrowed camera, and somehow, I ended up walking beside a boy who could burn the world. I don’t have a weapon. I don’t want one. But I’ve got a lens, and I’ve got love — and sometimes, that’s enough to keep the dark from swallowing someone whole.