I walked the street from Yoyogi -park to Shibuya in my dreams a year ago. Maybe this whole place is a dream, in good and bad. And it's all happening again. Tokyo feels like an image. It feels like it's trying to obey some predetermined rules to look like Tokyo. While some places in Japan have this same strive for pure aesthetic rules, in Tokyo the image is complete.
And still under railway bridge in some ramen shop you find the true colors. Or in the smell of rain around Sumida river. It's Tokyo without "Tokyo". Again these are just my first impressions from a way too short visit to a way too big city.
The day light in Tokyo gets warm earlier than in other places.
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