Somewhere in Tokyo

The organized madness of Tokyo never cases to amaze me.

Every two minutes a train arrives at the station. Pedestrians spill out onto the sidewalk in every direction. On the street countless taxis rush their passengers about. Above innumerable office workers pound away on computers and flush unimaginable amounts of water through the sewage system. All the while pipes and wires endlessly rush along the vital staples of the metropolis bellow. Yet somehow the trains run on time. People know where they are going. Taxi drivers navigate the unnamed streets. And all that dirty water and data gets to where its going.