Suburbs thicken the landscape toward Tokyo. The Sky Tower beckons for the final leg into Tokyo.
The city in its usual Golden Week post-Apocalyptic mode -- the Yamanote with ample seating, the streets near empty. Nothing moving at 6 am Sunday morning.
Mindful of the undead, I cross the street and board the Shink, a silver bullet pointed towards home...
On the turntable: George Winston, "All the Seasons of George Winston"
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