TCP15 - Akihabara

A young Japanese man, presumably college-aged, walks through the turnstiles and into the Electric City. Wearing baggy khaki pants, an olive green dress shirt untucked and buttoned to the top, and a black top hat, he walks with an aloof curiosity, studying each step of concrete beneath him.

He gazes upwards, as if looking for something, as if having solved a cryptogram etched into the city beneath his feet. Before him he finds a wall, a battalion of foreigners, of aliens approaching. His eyes light up, like Christmas ornaments illuminated by a crackling fire. He gazes throughout the mob, studying their faces, movements, languages.

He drifts beyond the reality of the moment, fantasizing a sudden ability to communicate using any or all of the languages barraging him. In his thoughts, he speaks with a mastered eloquence to be longed for by all, sculpting the moment with his tongue.