shibuya

I broke away from the river of people and found myself in a network of intercrossing roads. In all directions around me was the movement of machines and to them, my presence was irrelevant, just as it had been to the crowds i escaped from. Somehow I felt like I had to be just as busy as these rushing steel cages, like I had no business to be stationary in a place built for transit. Anything that finds itself on a path had to go one way or another.