S P A C E | 東京, ‘幼なじみ’

東京は夜の7時…

An old song from the nineteen-nineties and karaoke jaunts around Tokyo springs to mind, at this moment. It’s six minutes past seven. At 7.25PM there will be a bus to take me to the place where I will meet one of the old friends of the oldest friend of mine; that is the connexion that happens when you show up enough times… I remember getting mixed up about the keys to a house, borrowed, in the suburbs of DC, back on a tour that involved a car and a failed attempt to go to a ‘Bhangra Blowout’ party… long story… nothing interesting… but I remember the being there… And then there was that time in Kyoto, I had a proper house then, a place where there could be guests, too, and a ‘stove’ or a warming thing that you need in the winter in that city… Now I’m going to be leaving Japan again, and it feels strange to go back in time to connect with the old connections, stateside or here in Japan we have traveled together for a time, lost the connection but not the memories… you don’t have to hold on to every single thing… you can let things evaporate into the blue, into the sky, into the next… I don’t mind that I might not be in Japan again for a long, long time. The cost of moving around here and there, for one, is killer. If you’re used to moving around in Thailand and India and Vietnam and Cambodia, as I am, that is. It’s hard to see the pluses, from this angle… building a life in another place has left me with a handful of new impressions… oh, no. It’s eleven past seven. I like to be early to these bus pick-up appointments. I wonder what we will talk about, after more than 15 years of not-seeing one another. I wonder how the sakura will look in the small town where we are meeting. They’re out, they’re everywhere, they’re lovely in their ephemeral quality… the whole ‘bi’ of Japan is starting to… oh, I should go to the bus stop… Bundling up for this weather in itself takes some time. Then let me pause here…. To be continued in S P A C E this summer, with the series S P A C E | Japan. Join me in S P A C E at this link, when you subscribe to our ‘Weekly S P A C E’ for USD 7/week. More from there, for those who are listening, curious, engaged, quietly observing, and wondering how to be more a part of what’s ahead with DK’s ‘boxes.’ It’s… a surprise…

Feature photo: ‘Tokyo’ by Dipika Kohli, 1995