Osaka Aquarium
At the Osaka Aquarium, I found dust. A thin beam of light revealed tiny particles drifting in water, almost invisible. They had no shape, no direction, yet it was in that formlessness I saw beauty. The dust moved slowly, like a dance without rhythm.
As I raised my camera, I was reminded of old teachings—Kejawen, Syekh Siti Jenar, and the idea that the small is always part of the vast. My lens captured the particles with a clarity I couldn’t quite explain. They looked like tiny galaxies in motion, each carrying a story I couldn’t fully grasp. Amid the steady hum of the aquarium, I thought—maybe, like that dust, we are all fragments of something far greater, something that is never truly complete.
