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

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.

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