even though many parts of tokyo are visually and sonically cacophonous, the megalopolis preserves a feeling of space. in packed streets and subways there remains a lingering solitude, even (or perhaps especially?) in districts where the ubiquitous billboards and sound bites of commerce pull against everyone's attention. the more spaces are cluttered with the strategies of capital the more i feel invisible in space—only partially there—but less so in japan. alongside tokyo's hyper-capitalism there is the sense of locality and tradition, making all the more strange and fascinating its spectacles of consumption.