Away from the fury and loneliness of the crowd, Tokyo is getting empty and is losing its humanity. A solitary exploration along its asphalt lanes. It’s a cold and bright city which unveils endless roads to me. The rain, far from erasing the ferocious lighting, is painting shapeshifting and colorful stains on the ground. But Tokyo without its human magma still doesn’t look inconsistent to me. It is on the contrary a fantastic vision, almost poetic, which emanates from it. Not to ask any questions. Not to try understanding. Tokyo exposed.