Every meal here in our hotel comes with a tiny, limp bread roll and creamy margarine that feels like salad oil in my mouth, and the eggs have a similar consistency–like instant, but creamy? Goopy perhaps? With pepper on them I have almost forgotten how fucked it is. Random announcements pour forth from overhead speakers nearly everywhere I go. My pockets are routinely filled and then immediately emptied of 100-yen coins, which are accepted in every single coin-slot-having machine (and there are more of them than even I had allowed myself to believe prior to coming here).
I just purchased a bag of snack chips called “Mammoth meat!?” and I opened the package and by god if it doesn’t smell like popping open a jar of dried beef. Each chip pops apart into individual sections too. I could write individual entries on everything I’ve done in the last two days. I think the theme of the week is more or less sensory overload: overwhelmed, overburdened, overstimulated, overjoyed.
We got to Akihabara tonight by taking the JR Rail system, a feat so gargantuan it’s difficult to describe, but feels somewhat like what I imagine it is to be a salmon swimming upstream. I went to a store called Super Potato, which I think must be the most extensive and cramped retro video game store in the world. I ate katsudon at some restaurant and bought the new black Wii Classic Controller Pro at Sofmap. Tomorrow I take the Shinkansen to my new home in Kobe. Life is pretty weird right now.