Neck the tiny sake cup and return your nametagged giant bottle to the shelf behind the bar with its techno-hip twenties and old paper lanterns.
Lift your Audio Technicas and touch on some J-pop organised rock-and-roll with its skinny pixie singers in waistcoats.
Hump onto your wide square gloss white bike with its tiny wheels and wide cushioned pillion.
Make a lurid swoosh of lights in the dark past a blaring game centre with its kids shooting zombies.
Find your girlfriend’s pack and take her pillion to karaoke with its fat foreign-songs phone book and all-night ashtrays.
Crowds in Tokyo black gloss nights and lights and skyscrapers vanishing into dark skies and dark green parks and warm air and insect sounds and all quiet and polite.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people