One thing that never ceases to disorient me in Shibuya is the sheer kaleidoscope of people and neon lights. If I keep my eyes open and make a mental breadcrumb of visual landmarks, I will eventually find my way out of this place on my hands and knees. It should be one of the places featured in the reality show "Survival." A Sunday afternoon jaunt should be the best - it's like swimming upstream against a flood of salmon in mating season.

At one point, I had the misfortune to drop something and without thinking I forfeit my oxygen zone to retreive it from the ground. I have to say, with one knee on the ground, it's a completely different vantage. I liken it to ducking your head under the surface of the water at your local swimming pool. Suddenly you see all these disembodied lower torsos and legs and feet of all sizes and shapes in slow motion. They are simultaneously alike and unique in their own respect, without their upper counterpart to readily identify their owners.