A deep sea diver who peers out from behind the glass bowl, there but not quite there. A wandering ghost who yearns to communicate, trapped in observational limbo.
This is how it can feel to be a first-time visitor in Tokyo, a city renowned for its complexity of design, language and culture.
There is something magical, child-like, in the experience. A rare chance to move wordlessly, senses once dulled by familiarity now alert to everything new.
With time the feeling fades, never to return.
These were my days of observation. A ghost in Tokyo.