Still Working Tokyo

𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀. 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂. 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙃𝙊𝙒.

I'm a salaryman in Tokyo 🗾
41 years old. Married. Two kids I don't see enough.
¥248,000 a month — about $1,600 — and most of it is already gone.

Long hours. Quiet trains home. A dinner I eat alone.
I say yes when I mean no.
I stay late when I should go home.
I smile at people I don't respect, because that's the job.

Nobody forces you.
Nobody has to.
After long enough, you just stop questioning it.

I wanted to be a guitarist.
I ended up here instead.

I don't say that to complain.
I say it because maybe you also ended up somewhere you didn't plan.
Maybe you're working too hard for a life that doesn't quite fit.
Maybe you're tired in a way that sleep doesn't fix.

So I record it.
The small, quiet moments nobody films.
The real Tokyo that disappears the second tourists arrive.

Not to be seen. Just so someone, somewhere, knows this exists.

If any of this sounds familiar —
you're probably exactly who I made this for.