Interesting piece. Experimental, highly objective (insofar as any observation truly is) portrait of the Japanese underground in a kind of screenplay format. As if the precision by which the tidy homeless world sans humans can only be understood by an equally objective and inhuman eye.

It reminds me, as an antecedent, to Murakami's last novel: After Dark.

Both remind me of something I tried in a short awhile back without the influence of either of the above.

This is perhaps encouraging in some fashion, as if I was plugged into the nebulous hub of literate ideas on which these two replenish their polypeptides.

An acute Gibsonian hit.

Any other thoughts?

I just read it recently, have to re read it soon.
The very detailed descriptions of seeting and objects made me
think about whatever (if any) influence the Nouvelle Roman, especially Robbe-Grillet had in Gibson.

I looked up that Robbe-Grillet and requested a couple of his books through interlibrary loan.

I think they might be my kind of phenomenology.

[couch]Philistines[/cough]

"[couch]Philistines[/cough]"

They are like armchair historians. They never actually get off their butts to go and be, you know, rabid fans of Mitch Albom or whatever.