Myohoji station, about 1:30 in the afternoon. When I first settled in this town, it was a bustling little station. Plenty of people wandering around, usually with rucksacks and walking shoes. Friends meeting up or bumping into one another and exchanging conversation. A couple of pop-up eateries rotating around on the spot where I stood to take this photo.
I stand here often, waiting for my wife to arrive from work. The decline was slow, captured over a fortnight of taking photos at random until I wondered where everyone was.
Now, midway through the latest State of Emergency, it’s empty. The trains come, a handful of people get off, they vanish.
The shops are busy. People still visit the restaurants and cafes. Schoolkids bustle around. We seem to do it with a greater sense of purpose: attend to our business, don’t linger, don’t delay.
Myohoji is busy, just not the way it was before.