It’s not that I’m a Japan-o-phile.
It’s Tokyo I love.
I recognize brilliance when I see it.
It’s the greatest city on the planet…
one of our finest and most intricate creations.
Tokyo is Japan’s answer to the Atom bomb.
a polite and resounding:
“fuck you.”
Understand this city, and you might crack the enigmatic Japanese.
A two thousand year old culture that grew fat with hubris, was destroyed and then
reinvented itself…
again and again and again.
Tokyo is constantly reinventing herself.
And you are a part of it.
She calls you to her.
You are one of her…chosen.
and you make your way to her however you can.
across oceans and land and time
eschewing your own construct
and joining with her
in
the
great
human
experiment.
She promises you everything…
“It’s all here for you,” she says.
Devote yourself to her, she says.
Become part of her.
So I did.
But…
The freedom was overwhelming…
it was too much,
and I broke under the pressure
leaving
the
postmodern
urban
frontier.
clinched teeth bit out the promise
“I’ll never go back.”
But, she said:
“It’s not like that. It’s not like that at all.”
She said:
“Let me show you…Let me tell you the true stories of the Tokyo Cowboys.”
