Or rather, konbanwa. It’s pretty late here in Japan! And I’ve been awake for entirely too long, much of which time was spent crowded into a little chair on an airplane. I’ve noticed a definite drawback to my weight loss: with so much less padding on my backside, transit seats and benches are a lot less comfortable than they used to be. On the other hand, this is the first time I’ve ever been in Japan and not felt like a comparatively grotesque pile of human bloat in comparison to all the people around me. I guess we make tradeoffs in life.

Anyway, perhaps I will have something worthwhile to say once I’ve slept. Then again, maybe not. I’m well past the “ignorant white guy” phase of my existence, and being here is so old hat that it’s pretty much a routine. But looking down at the glow of Shibuya by night is still entrancing, so maybe there’s hope for me yet.