The sky darkens slowly towards dusk, the city horizon a darker highrise shadow now sequinned with shining windows. Blue neon rings a ferris wheel starting another slow turn as cars on the big dipper are caught, briefly, silhouetted against the sky. Below, people swarm like ants across the lit plazas of the Tokyo Dome.
From my room on the 18th floor (the hotel has 43) I look out across the Tokyo city skyline, and hear the rumble of the cars and the gay screams from the fun-fair. It all has that existential timeless feel that comes from too little sleep.
I got in this morning - just twenty hours after leaving home and my body still doesn't know what time it is... except it must soon be time to sleep.
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Pity my camera's not working... :-(
Monday, 24 September 2007
Life is a carousel
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