The glaring lights and colorful signs – buzzing with electricity – illuminate a sea of people hurrying down the streets of Shibuya. Vending machines sell ramen, bananas, umbrellas, soup stock – anything you can name, even beer. A deafening dissonance of whoops, wails and whirs emanate from the arcades in Akihabara. My first time in Tokyo was analogous to trying to navigate the Internet these days – disorienting, busy, hyper-stimulating.