Monday night and you’ve dialed everything down to a crawl, Tokyo2. Streets populated yes, by nomihodai hustlers and club honey lips scouts, but most people out just wanna conbini real quick. Even GOD employees are holding back and have turned into open agents of Ordinary Normal Fuckers. Not much to do when you aren’t pulverizing yourself on food, on drink, on shop, on club, on park. And so these are the most desperate hours of all, when even ESPY lowers its guard and wonders what’s on TV, using the Overtones to surf the analog bands for something lively, finding only commercials and promos for other upcoming programs that never seem to arrive. I think someone here is supposed to relax, but our heads have been on fire a little too long.