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Nishi-Shinjuku at midday. The corporate warriors finish their brief respite and hurry back to their offices. Each time the signal changes, people pool at the intersection, then scatter again. Tens of thousands work in the high-rise towers of Nishi-Shinjuku. The economic activity within this radius of a few hundred meters easily surpasses the annual budget of a regional city. The flesh and blood of countless people, channeled through myriad routes, keeps the nation running. On ground sealed over with concrete, just as rain loses any place to drain, people too pool within this urban structure. Countless silhouettes, bleeding black like shadows, struggle in a shallow puddle. No one appears to be drowning — because everyone is.
