Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
fujishima house 307
special post - by popular demand, we present our temporary humble abode in tokyo
this is our view when lying on the bed
main living space while standing. the tatami mats smell like roasted rice, it permeates the whole place - very welcoming when we get home. the japanese low tables and chairs have ensured that i get pins + needles in my lower limbs several times a day. perhaps it is good training for me.
balcony complete with laundry rack + wood clogs, kitchen, eating + entry
mejiro station, our street, fujishima house entrance
some of our neighbours
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
commuter crush
i think most people know about how packed the trains are in tokyo. i have experienced being completely plastered to a stranger's back with his behind at chest level. but just today, i felt the sheer force of this evening's commuter rush for real.
i miss this train as i don't know how i can push this nice guy further in and i don't want to mess with the women.
i am 1st in line for the next train. perfect...
once the door clears, i walk only one step, but magically, i end up deep into the sea of humanity that were packed inside. old ladies, high heeled biz women, highschool kids, salary men - all very gentle and polite - are right there behind me. strangely i don't feel a single hand on me. just shoulders and backs or... actually, i have no idea what is pushing me, it is like a magical force - but a serious + unrelenting one.
i manage to twist my camera out of my pocket and take a shot. no angry or irritated faces in the crowd - how is this possible?
the train decompresses at shibuya. slightly disoriented, i just follow the crowd to the exit - i need some air.
i miss this train as i don't know how i can push this nice guy further in and i don't want to mess with the women.
i am 1st in line for the next train. perfect...
once the door clears, i walk only one step, but magically, i end up deep into the sea of humanity that were packed inside. old ladies, high heeled biz women, highschool kids, salary men - all very gentle and polite - are right there behind me. strangely i don't feel a single hand on me. just shoulders and backs or... actually, i have no idea what is pushing me, it is like a magical force - but a serious + unrelenting one.
i manage to twist my camera out of my pocket and take a shot. no angry or irritated faces in the crowd - how is this possible?
the train decompresses at shibuya. slightly disoriented, i just follow the crowd to the exit - i need some air.