Geoff Nelder inhabits Science Fiction the way other people inhabit their clothes.

Half of Japan still couldn't tell the difference between crime and politics.

There was something intrinsically sad about Shinjuku. A vacuum-packed hollowness that no quantity of neon could hide. Roppongi was the same, only there the sadness was older and more Western. All that movement to so little purpose. A million strangers searching for a cure to the darkness behind their eyes in the void between someone else's legs.