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I was impressed by the high fashion elite of Omotesando Street in Shibuya. Shibuya is a famous Tokyo district, and Omotesando is where all the woman go to buy coloured stilettos to match their handbags to match their friends to match the TV. The men wear tight jeans hung low over designer boxer shorts with gold buckled belts. Hair is spikey and streaked with blonde or red. Everything is smooth and silver grey and shiny. The mobile phones are flat and metallic blue.
Earlier on as I was walking towards the park I saw some homeless people rooting through bins. They were standing amongst a huge pile of plastic bin bags. They had two tents pitched on the grassy reserve in the middle of the dual carriageway. Further on there was a man with matted black hair and a beard -- beards are rare in Japan -- crouched down on his knees, staring at the floor and scratching his head. He wasnt looking for something. As I approached him from a distance he showed no inclination to look to either side or behind him. It was just that same spot. There was some deeper reason as to why he was doing that. He was trying to remember something. Something important that he used to know that he had forgotten. When I walked past he looked up. I smiled at him and he gave me a respectful nod. For some reason this made me feel joyful.
Earlier on as I was walking towards the park I saw some homeless people rooting through bins. They were standing amongst a huge pile of plastic bin bags. They had two tents pitched on the grassy reserve in the middle of the dual carriageway. Further on there was a man with matted black hair and a beard -- beards are rare in Japan -- crouched down on his knees, staring at the floor and scratching his head. He wasnt looking for something. As I approached him from a distance he showed no inclination to look to either side or behind him. It was just that same spot. There was some deeper reason as to why he was doing that. He was trying to remember something. Something important that he used to know that he had forgotten. When I walked past he looked up. I smiled at him and he gave me a respectful nod. For some reason this made me feel joyful.