There’s been a change of plans. My departure time has now been rescheduled for tomorrow, which means that in T-Minus 27 hours I’ll be blasting off of Planet Tokyo, headed in the general direction of the the US of A with a couple week stopover in Singapore and Hong Kong.
My last day of work was on Tuesday so for the last three days I’ve done nothing but mope around Tokyo in this fog of sadness. I feel like I’m a ghost and I’m haunting my former life. I’m jobless and homeless and it’s really time to move on. I can’t bare the thought of spending another day in limbo.
But I’m scared. I feel like I’m Kianu Reeves and and I’ve just been asked to return to my normal, blissfully ignorant life in the Matrix. It’s impossible. I’ve seen and experienced too much of the Outside World…I can’t go back to pretending that it doesn’t exist. And let’s face, if I have any hopes of ever fitting into life in the giant bubble that is mainstream America, that’s what I’ll have to do.
I think that the hardest part will be leaving my exciting life behind. In the last five months, I’ve gone rock climbing and snowboarding and white water rafting. I’ve fed wild snow monkeys and danced on stage in front of thousands of people and attended a penis festival. I love that I can call up my friends on a random weekend and say: “Hey, you wanna go walk on fire with me and a bunch of monks?” and be taken completely seriously.
Rafting in Minakami last weekend.
When I think of America, I think strip malls, giant parking lots, pick-up trucks and shopping malls. When I close my eyes, I can practically smell that Mall smell. It smells like pennies, Elizabeth Arden perfume, air conditioning, gasoline, hot tar, and plastic. It’s enough to make me shudder.
They have this perfume store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn called I Hate Perfume. They have anti-perfume scents like ‘Leather Glove’, ‘Playdo’, ‘Rubber Cement’ and ‘Camp Fire’…and they smell exactly like the real thing. It’s amazing. My favorite is ‘Library’…it smells like an old, musty used book. I love it.
I think that they should make a scent called ‘Tokyo’. It would smell like tofu, green tea, wooden chopsticks, cherry blossoms and incense. I could spritz myself with it every time I get a little homesick…Every time I get a little tired of life inside the Bubble.
I could then come back to Japan and market it. I’d make it available in bathroom vending machines and in the duty free shops at the airport.