As the sun quickly faded from the sky I found myself gazing down upon Tokyo from 55 stories up. It is mind boggling how Tokyo spreads from horizon to horizon. The blinking red lights warning low flying aircraft hypnotized me.
Masses of concrete and steel reaching ever higher and higher. One day will they all crumble onto themselves?
The wind whipped my face as we continued to look out over Babylon. It all of its beautiful glitzy horror, I couldn’t turn away.
All of these life stories stacked one on top of another. Marginalized, segmented, separate yet utterly together.
Tokyo is the land where I have pitched my tent. I am the stranger in a strange land.