Japan reverberates in two, almost antithetical rhythms. Tokyo is syncopated and erratic, though extremely efficient in its eclecticism. Walking the streets, you’d notice that one building is promisingly different from the next, and they, despite their awkward jut or overbearing curves remain to breathe harmoniously and confidently.
Omotesando is quiet and minimally stylish. Wandering along its smaller veins proved to be a rewarding experience, while Aoyama in the evening is suffused with the kind of mood that makes you go all pensive and appreciative.
I especially enjoyed having encountered a large cemetery wedged between industrialism and community. There, the sun was sinking and faint sounds of French opera wafts through the air, making it all a little more surreal.
Kabuki-cho, Shinjuku is a fuzzy dystopian-looking part of Tokyo. Here, I was at the brink of exploding from all that visceral stimuli. But I found them to be remarkably fascinating: the lights, the large TV screens, pachinko after pachinko, dance music, etc, etc.
I am lost in this world and it’s exhilarating.
From my Airbnb room in Koenji, I hear conversation and music at 3AM, and even with feet rested, Tokyo doesn’t give a fuck and moves on.
Perfect Tokyo soundtrack here
Takayama is a sleepy town, enclosed within autumnal hills. It’s colder here, and much more quiet, with a couple of tourists dotting the streets. Here, we strolled in and out of temples and cemeteries amid pine and maple trees.
Even with so little to do here, there’s so much to breathe in. The gravel, wet and covered with dried leaves demanded to be carved into memory.
The snapping of branches, the smell of tea roasting over fire, wind chimes at souvenir stalls– they demanded from me more than I can give. And in this simple predicament, I can’t help but to find a way to pay some form of respect to the beauty that befriended me.
Like most then, I bought myself a memorabilia (it was a trinket of an old traditional straw house), and ended my day in writing.
Takayama soundtrack here (also an excuse to introduce a true love of mine)
How do I sum up Japan? Maybe that isn’t the right question.
In fact, we can’t and we won’t sum it up– we can only open our eyes and take every detail, take it all in.
*** All pictures except the last three, are taken with a Nikon F2s SLR.