demimonde
antedeluvian
I spotted the yakuza's anodized aluminum Harley Davidson V-Rod parked in front, surrounded by commuter bicycles like a shark admidst pilot fish.
ambit
Within days, perhaps hours, the discarded remnants of this last job would have been bleached of any trace of their origin, each just another nameless, colorless item among nameless colorless souls, the flotsam and jetsam of loneliness and despair that fall from time to time into Tokyo's collective blind spot and from there into oblivion.
anodyne
solipsistic
amanuensis
quotidian
fulgent
Everywhere were metastasizing telephone line, riots of electric wires, laundry hanging from prefabricated apartment windows like tears from idiot eyes.
I moved deeper into the comforting gloom, along a stone walkway covered in cherry blossoms that lay like tenebrous snow in the glow of lamplights to either side. Just days earlier, these same blossoms had been celebrated by living Tokyoites, who came here in their drunken thousands to see reflected in the blossom's brief and vital beauty the inherent pathos of their own lives. But now the blossoms were fallen, the revelers departed, even the garbage disgorged by their parties efficiently removed and discarded, and the area was once again given over only to the dead.
soporific
He glanced to his left, which for most people is a neurolinguistic sign of recall rather than of construction. Had he looked in the opposite direction, I would have read it as a lie.
He glanced to his right. The glance said, think of something.