We passed an abandoned mountain hut, whose door rattled when we came close. An old sign board listed curry rice ¥800. Passing this and through a tori, there was a small temple 10 minutes from the top of Otake-san with little dog or boar statues. A runner passed us on his way down grinning, “Mo chotto!” Over some rocks with chain link to grab onto and then we were at the top.
I pass this house everyday when I leave work, its loud like a huge boiler room and there’s always some guy in the darkness banging away on some pipes.
There were pink newts with wings for ears and yellow balloon-fish bobbed up and down in the small waves of the tank, two neon horns pointing straight ahead. They are like dream creatures and I have only seen them here.
In Shinjuku Goen, just before spring, my Grandma told me “I am in a fairy tale land”. A dark cherry tree stood above us, bandaged for the winter and bent over a sagging support beam. When we looked above the clawing branches, towers of office buildings surrounded us. The whole park a green bubble in the midst of a maze of grey and neon.
I went to Golden Gai, a tangle of alleys and kitsch signs, blue and green lights spilling out of curtained doorways. There must be over a hundred bars there, in the span of two city blocks, most about the size of a walk-in closet. Some are smaller. Number of maximum occupants: 6. Like an elevator.
Märchenland is fairy tale country, it is the world that surrounds me. Recreated, altered, simplified and dismantled. It is my sight.
Sometimes… I think about the dust bunnies under my bed and wonder what they are up to in their secret world. Do they celebrate Easter?