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“Because you weren’t performing,” Akira said. “Everyone else at 1 AM is either drunk and acting tough, or asleep. You were just… being sad. That’s rare. That’s beautiful.”

That essay didn’t make him famous. But it won a small award. And framed on the wall of his tiny studio, next to the Ricoh GR Digital, is a single print: a faded floral dress, a grey cardigan, and a tear that looks like a diamond. %E5%A4%A9%E7%84%B6%E7%B4%A0%E4%BA%BA 090811 01