Locale Tokyo, awash in Coca-Cola, sushi, and neon. Dropped 59,000 Yen on a yellow bodysuit made of Australian leather, then joined a motorcycle gang of self-styled ninjas. Disaffected dropouts, schooled in the art of filesharing compressed anime trailers… “Samurai train too much a bitch.” So they opt instead for the Western gratification of a 9 mm. That’s broadband, in the clip of a SIG Sauer. No need to feign kung fu. Ancient tradition means a seven-inch switchblade (with real pearl). Another rumble beneath Mt. Fungkusumo, as DJ Kireiko infuses dark hip-hop beats with minimalist sub-bass.
And I prepare for Hong Kong. |