Perhaps it's because I've spent the majority of my time in Tokyo so far in the middle of Shinjuku, wandering through Shinjuku station or the various malls/tunnels that run underneath it, but Japan seems even more urban ungle than it ever did before. The ubiquity of human presence, the evermoving human sea, the modern efficiency tinged with conformity, all combine to create a really "futuristic" feeling. Like, if the whole world became a city, what would it be like? Like, I expect Samurai Jack to fall from the sky any second. Maybe, had I lived in New York, I would be less impressed. I can say, however, that soon when I have an apartment in a neighborhood to call home, 3 stops away from a center, I will only then be able to let down my guard.

I hope the pillow in the apartment is decent.

I wore my sneakers today because I knew that it was Saturday, and the people look very different on Saturday. There are just as many of them, to be sure, but they dress much more casually on average. I'm surprised that in a land where women are just starting to demand things like maternity leave and equal pay, the freedom women clearly enjoy with reguards to work-fashion is staggering. The men seem, to the man, to wear black pants, a white collared shirt with a dark, solid tie, and black dress shoes. The women, on the other hand, dress in all kinds of various manners, from the pants suit to the short skirt, with heals of all colors and sizes. Perhaps this points more to the mindset of Japanese men than the persectution of them, however.

In the rain, I came across a huge line for some shop. People waiting, umbrellas unfurled, for some yummy treat that was clearly worth waiting in a line that nearly wrapped around the building. Was it some classical Japanese wagashi (sweets)? Perhaps a french cake shop? No. It was part two of my on going series, The destruction of Japan by America:



Yes, that's a Krispy Kreme donut shop.