It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Tokyo is a city of shadows because of all her lights. Despite the clean streets and efficiency, it’s a dirty broken place full of loneliness and pain. There’s so much to see than no one looks around. So many people call her home that it’s easy to feel alone. The maps and transit are better than anywhere else, but nobody can find themselves.