Hitchhiking: Satomi Kobayashi

I couldn’t stand the lives of married couples who forgot each other’s importance, so I went on a journey to find myself alone. A plausible journey going while holding hands and hitchhiking on a running car. There were few cars that could stop, and if I had finally been able to get on it, I would have felt the rigor of reality by being attacked by a man, but as I went on my journey, I met warm people, exposed their perfect body, and let them pass through their hearts and souls. It’s as if you’re checking your own existence.