I have mused this question many a time whilst my personal space is being violated during my morning commute, by a barrage of salary men, who have no life behind their sullen eyes, so void of hope.
Japanese salary men are very much like the "Demeantors" in Harry Potter, that when one is in their presence they feel their own warmth and happiness slowly but surely being drained from their very beings.
There is a uniformity about Japan and that uniformity comes to a terrifying culmination during the Tokyo morning rush hour - its both fascinating and frightening at the same time, and leaves one with a feeling of utter insignificance...
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