Riding the pulse
Tuesday, March 29th, 2005Step inside the living room, the bedroom, and the kitchen if you promise to be discreet or ravenous but nothing in between. Welcome to the classroom and the library where the study lights never dim. Stroll into the live house, plug yourself into your tiny, urban sheik technology and let the tunes wail away; forget where you are. Come inside and choose your place to be confined, that can be anything and everything, It’s your bar stop on the way home, your coffee stained desk, and your paint splattered studio. It’s the A.A. meeting your boss organizes every night that always seems to get interrupted by booze. It’s the boardwalk and the online dating site. It’s the park bench and the number one tourist attraction. It’s stopping and going, shifting and standing still. It’s safe. It’s clean. It’s not Kyoto or Nara, Asakusa or some fat Buddha statue. It’s everywhere and moving to the pulse of Japan. It is the pulse of Japan. Come aboard any train in Japan and this is what I hope you’ll see.
Administrator