I leave. Time to endulge in some melancholy. I guess there is no better place for that than …
I travel the East Coast of Honshu, one city blending into the next …
Almost every day I travel some part of the one hour loop that is the Yamanote Line.
It was chance that brought me to this neighborhood.
What does it look like, if you want to stack people?
Dogs of Tokyo, …
Marathon Day in Tokyo. I am in no shape to run, but I can watch the heroes.
I feel that this picture can tell me a lot about the Japanese soul.
I have holed up behind my laptop for a couple of weeks now. Every day I take a break for a walk, to battle the local house wives for cheap and good groceries. The weather was in my favour, … until today: Winter ambushes Tokyo. When I walk out of the front door the cold hits me, snow flakes swirl around me, but I count myself lucky: I have boots.
Today I remove the picture that inspired the subtitle of this blog from the header and give it an honorary entry.
I saw this shoe hanging from its string in a side street of Shibuya on my second day ever in Japan. I have no idea why it was there, who put it there and what became of it. All I know is that its design closely resembles the design of a pair of shoes I walked into oblivion, until it could not be repaired another time.
I write this entry in memory of this pair of shoes and all the other ones that brought me faithfully to the places I wanted to go.
I do not know a word that means “all the shoes a person owns” but I would suggest “my fleet of shoes”.