Commute, work, sleep. Or as the French might say: Métro Boulot Dodo. In Japan this means to board the Shinkansen – a tree trunk of a bullet train which serves it all. Dashing into the night you try following the emerging lights. The immense speed warps your vision. A flashback of ticket machines galore (and much more) as you hurry to the gate trying not to be late. Hopp off hopp on, keep rolling. In the tube you look at somebody who’s looking at her phone: got the message? On the platform, station master choreographer keeps track of time. Next carriage coming up and – woosh – down the hole. Commute, work, sleep.
