“When I take photographs, my body inevitably enters a trancelike state. Briskly weaving my way through the avenues, every cell in my body becomes as sensitive as radar, responsive to the life of the streets... If I were to give it words, I would say: "I have no choice... I have to shoot this... I can't leave this place for another's eyes... I have to shoot it... I have no choice." An endless, murmuring refrain.” IfsWayGivingI CanStatesBodyEyeChoicesStreetsPhotographEndlessCellsMy WaySensitiveAvenuesRefrainRadarWeavingMurmuring Author:Daido Moriyama