There are many versions of Shibuya. There is one that you see in tourist guides of crowded streets, and another that’s less photographed: for every 10,000 photos of the Shibuya’s famous scramble there are only a handful showing someone walking empty streets.
I remember the first time I exited Shibuya Station and stared, slack-jawed, at the towering digital displays across from Hachiko crossing, the busiest intersection in the world. I had never seen anything like it. I was mesmerized. But after living in Tokyo for a few years, the line between observer and participant begins to blur.