The bus crawls through the city. We are crammed into the narrow aisle, which is too narrow for tourists with luggage.

A French girl next to me has too much hair growth on her face, a beard stubble, a thin mustache, and sideburns. The father does not interfere with the family. He stands at the front and looks worried. He consults his phone to ward off the danger of delay on the itinerary.

At Nara station, a photographer sits huddled against a wall. Concentrated, he tries to make something of the legs passing by him. I am trying to make something of how he is trying to make something.