Shibuya is at its best at night, when the neon signs and fashionable clubbers sparkle like costume jewelry and the traffic thins out enough to pulsate like a beating heart. Two girls wander around, soaking up the ambiance, unaware that their paths are crisscrossing like the threads of paint in a Jackson Pollock work. Which… Read More First Impression: Jellyfish Can’t Swim in the Night