At the bottom of the shadows cast hard by Nishi Shinjuku skyscrapers. Crawling somewhere in the direction of Donki to meet someone. Assorted superheroes pose on the walk ways or try to look busy in the cockpits of carrier vehicles flying overhead. Lost tourists and locals milling about in buzzed trance step. Empty office of the government of darkness where windowed light collects only in corners where it cowers in the presence of office chair. We never know what to do during the aches and pains of afternoon. Let the environment do the slow fade for you.