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It’s desolate, just a little. Run down with empty plots, but also some modern houses with shiny, new cars parked outside. Slightly industrial, a hint of commerce, some parts residential, but also nothing in particular. Too quiet. Left behind but right in the middle.
Read More Mukojima: Not Quite AnywhereIt doesn’t sleep, but it ebbs and cycles. It generates its own energy, perpetually.
Have faith in Shinjuku. No matter how long or how far you are gone, or what you do while you are absent, it will never judge you, and it will always take you back.
Read More ShinjukuWhat to make of the meeting in Singapore between US president Donald Trump and North Korean leader Kim Jong-un?
Read More Hope and Change in Singapore?In Shinjuku’s eastern district—a do-as-you-like, all-night corner of Tokyo—I found myself in a tiny, crowded basement bar sipping lager from a can and listening to Depeche Mode. Assimilation indeed.
An American couple included me in their conversation, and soon began lamenting the election of Donald Trump. They became quite fraught as they went along, and after a while seemed bothered that my responses weren’t chiming with their feelings.
