AKB48, that cynically manufactured, moneymaking pop machine boasts many adult males as fans and collectors; men whose taste really should be more mature. But that’s perhaps not the case with this lone figure. A fella presumably just as puzzled by the group’s popularity, as they would be in regards his predicament.
The decor of this old bar in Tokyo’s western suburbs clearly hasn’t changed for decades — if indeed it has ever changed at all.
But then that’s really what gives it such charm.
Along with its friendly regulars, who similarly haven’t changed for some time.
When his mother told him to go outside and play, this is probably not what she had in mind.
A hint of the past without the distracting hues of the present.
No matter how many times one may hope for a different outcome, the total of nothing multiplied by nothing is unfortunately always nought.