When I first read William Gibson « Neuromancer », I thought the capsule-bed were so weird and SF style. The way you could steal electricity from the green light from the ceiling for your computer, and all technologic details were so cool! We didn’t try the capsule-bed in Tokyo, but near the port of Kagoshima, in the South.
More human, hey? Not a plastic door but a curtain, and a nice and full-equiped kitchen outside the dormitory. I did sleep really well in my small capsule, on my small futon!
Japanese policeman doing his job. Don’t drive too fast on the highway, unless you want to hear long moralising speech, or seduce a young policeman…
Open space, lost space, empty space, strange space. A space between. A time between. Something is over, something to begin. Something was here, something will be. Someday.
Lonely man in a crowded town. I can only imagine things about him, of course. Where he goes, what he does for living, his family, his former life, his old friends, his lost memory… I think this man would have been a hero in Tokyo Godfathers…
“As French people love their car, Japanese people love bicycle. They ride on the pavement, less dangerous ( for the riders). They have what we call girl-bikes, without this horizontal bar which makes man-bikes, in France. They can ride with an open umbrella, like Mary Poppins. When they’re tired of riding bicycle, they park it on the pavement and forget it here. It creates some nice piles, quickly rusty. “ Freely translated from “le Kimono Décousu”, by Jean Pinquié.
So true !
Room. Gain room, get room, save room. Be smart.
Records Shop in a building. You get the lift, like you go home or visit a friend, then you find the small flat shop where two thousands records are waiting for the collector. In any building can be your dream.
Okobo. For maiko- apprentice geisha. The color will change according you’re newer maiko or experienced one, soon to become a geisha – red to yellow.