Locale Tokyo, awash
in Coca-Cola, sushi, and neon. Dropped
59,000 Yen on a yellow bodysuit made
of Australian leather, then
joined a motorcycle gang of
self-styled ninjas. Disaffected
dropouts, schooled
in the art of filesharing compressed
anime trailers... "Samurai train
too much a bitch." So
they opt instead for
the Western gratification of
a 9 mm. That's broadband, in the clip of
a SIG Sauer. No
need to feign kung fu. Ancient tradition means
a seven-inch switchblade (with real
pearl). Volcanic rumblings beneath
Mt. Fungkusumo, as DJ Kireiko infuses
dark hip-hop beats with minimalist
sub-bass.

And I prepare
for Hong Kong.