Wesley nudges me awake as our plane lands into Narita
airport. We took a few days off work in Shanghai to visit Tokyo.
The train is cleaned before we enter onto it. The softspoken
soundsystem seems to whisper in high-pitched voice “Kon'nichiwa, kaigai de kangei shimasu.
Ressha wa sugu ni Naritakūkō kara, c e shuppatsu shimasu.”
こんにちは、海外で歓迎します。列車はすぐに成田空港から、東京へ出発します。
I’ve never been in such a labyrinth of confusion. Shanghai
was loud and hectic, but Tokyo just had so much. Mass. Expanse. People. Wes
flags down and cab. The door opens automatically. As I slide onto the leather
seats, the white-gloved driver takes our address card and whisks us into the
heart of the confusion. I felt like Marlowe going into the Heart of Darkness.
When we walk the streets, Harajuku girls with large eyes and
long eyelashes motion for us to come in. Bows in their hair and tutus on their
waist. It was a fantasy world.
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