Overstaffed

There are two guardsmen at Shibuya station in royal blue uniforms. They avoid eye contact with grim confidence. One of them sticks out his lower lip, the way old people sometimes resemble bald babies. With all their might, these guards stand in front of a temporary wall which conceals a construction zone. Their gloved hands rise in defense of the wall as bodies trickle closer and closer to it during the rush hours. No one knows what might occur in the absence of these two priceless men, but most of us feel grateful that we'll never be given the chance to find out.