The night forest was darker than I expected.
Hayato Takahashi, 29 years old.
A day trader constantly chased by numbers.
On weekends, to cut off everything,
he started to set up a tent alone at a suburban campsite.
A night without a campfire or a smartphone.
Just the quiet air and moonlight.
── His companion on such nights is the "Asatane Incense" from Kyoto.
He lights a small cone-shaped incense.
A puff of black charcoal smoke rises.
The burnt aroma and faint sweetness tickle his nostrils.
There’s no campfire to gather around.
There’s no one to talk to.
Even so, the smoke slowly unravels Hayato's heart.
The noise of the market and the buzz of social media are now out of reach.
Only his own breath and the swaying smoke are here.
Hayato wraps himself in his sleeping bag and gazes blankly at the starry sky.
The market tomorrow and the future don’t matter right now.
The stillness of the night resets everything.
Quietly lit on a solitary night.
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