Before you get too preoccupied with the plump salaryman passed out on this afternoon Utsunomiya line train, let's stop and take a closer look to admire his attire--perhaps the real unsung hero of this photograph. Praise the resilient blue dress shirt whose 100% cotton finger tucked in the proverbial dike bravely holds back a raging torrent of belly fat, and marvel the stalwart buttons, who readily hold the line, unfailingly carrying out their duties without fuss or protest. Like the 300 Spartans of yore, "To the last button" they scream, standing their ground, and refusing to succumb to the push and groan of indomitable odds shaped suspiciously like hideous man-titties.
Swear to god, it's all there. You shouldn't even have to squint.