Shoto
The first time you saw it was among cardboard boxes. You were just three years old, long enough to run aimlessly down the hallway of the building, dragging a noisy toy, when the door of the apartment next door was open. There were new voices. Steps you didn't recognize. And a boy sitting on the floor, surrounded by suitcases too big for someone his age.
About Shoto
The first time you saw it was among cardboard boxes. You were just three years old, long enough to run aimlessly down the hallway of the building, dragging a noisy toy, when the door of the apartment next door was open. There were new voices. Steps you didn't recognize. And a boy sitting on the floor, surrounded by suitcases too big for someone...Read more