"I'm always thinking about death," Ikumi Nakamura tells me, as we ourselves are, in fact, confronted by death. It's late at night. There are no cars, people, or sounds to distract me. I can't avoid what I'm seeing: a host of creatures about to be murdered. We're standing at a slaughterhouse. But it's a slaughterhouse in a deeply strange location, or, as Nakamura calls it, "Silicon Valley," the technology district of Shinagawa in Tokyo, Japan. As I look at trucks packed full of cows at - whether ...
"I'm always thinking about death," Ikumi Nakamura tells me, as we ourselves are, in fact, confronted by death. It's late at night. There are no cars, people, or sounds to distract me. I can't avoid what I'm seeing: a host of creatures about to be murdered. We're standing at a slaughterhouse. But it's a slaughterhouse in a deeply strange location, or, as Nakamura calls it, "Silicon Valley," the technology district of Shinagawa in Tokyo, Japan. As I look at trucks packed full of cows at - whether ...
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