BOOKBINDING
“After printing, it's not scary anymore. There won't be fatal mistakes. You can relax now”, Nakagawa-san said to me.
I arrived at Neutral Colors at 10 am to fold 252 pages.

When I began to fold the papers, Katoh-san asked, “Is everything alright?”
“Yes! Everything's good!” Then, he walked back to the editing room on the opposite side of the wall.
A few minutes later, Katoh-san appeared again, “Are you folding with your hands? There's a folding machine...”
“Um... Nakagawa-san told me to fold like this...” Katoh-san disappeared behind the wall again. (The fingertip of my thumb began to hurt... I still have around 210 pages.)
Later, Katoh-san searched for something on the risograph printer next to me, “You can use this” and handed a bone folder to me.
Later on, I learned that the way we printed, every sheet of paper had a different misalignment, so it was better to fold by hand.
A mundane task. I put my earphones on and listened to a podcast about rice fermentation. The printed images triggered a wave of emotions. I could no longer absorb information, so I took my earphones out, folded quietly to face my feelings directly. No matter how incapable I am, these experiences and their words have supported me this far. I don't know why I couldn't hold back my tears.
From 10am to 4pm, non stop folding.



The pages were cut manually first with a cutter knife along the bleeds. Then, we used the cutting machine for accurate alignments.

Bookbinding begins!








