Many of my most vivid memories take place in Japan.
I remember the first time I visited the country as if it were months ago. I remember both the name and the colour of the bus we took (Airport Limousine, bright orange) from Narita airport, straight into the heart of Shibuya.
I remember being struck by the endless sea of apartment blocks and thinking, ohhhhhh this is what they mean by ‘as far as the eye can see.’ I remember the spiralling highways. The neon signs. The endless city.
I remember walking around the Shibuya Crossing area, it being at least 10, maybe 11pm by then, but still thick with people. I remember how strange it felt, to be surrounded by so many bodies, who somehow, never seemed to enter my personal space. I remember
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