Tokyo September 27th, 2002
We arrived today.
Coming back here is like falling back into a dream…
it’s utterly familiar,
yet everything concrete
slips through my fingers
like water,
like neon.
It’s a two hour bus ride
from Narita Airport
into the city.
The jet lag hits,
you have to close your eyes…
settle into it.
Patrick says:
“This is where it begins.”
We’ve come looking for Cowboys…
the foreign men
who leave everything behind
and cross oceans
to be here.
What do they give up?
And what treasures do they gain
out here
on the postmodern
urban frontier?
