Organic, non sense. Things are here with no reason. No urban scenography. People wouldn’t stop walking, no benches to seat. No perspectives and transparency. Everything is translucent, you think you saw something, but you can’t remember if you actually did. An abstract patchwork of soulless infrastructures, buildings, and soulless people. Even the small streets don’t gather humans but only vending machines. Tokyo doesn’t sing. Invisible, maybe it is better for everyone.