The most mind‑blowing was in Kyoto one rainy night. A vendor sold ramen in a glass bowl that glowed like fireflies, the steam swirling into ghostly shapes. I sat there, camera in hand, and captured every ripple of light and color as if the bowl were a living dream, mixing old‑school nostalgia with a glitch‑y, surreal glow that felt like a frame from a forgotten film.