Part of my work involves getting up at 3.30am to coach clients scattered around the world.
At first I reacted with horror; now I get up at 3.30am anyway.
In Tokyo, the light is already peeping through the clouds by 4am.
The streets are deserted, the traffic lights aimlessly changing in vacant stupidity. It's quiet, and there you see a tall, erect-looking man, thumping along the side of the river alone, wondering why he would want anyone to love him?