YUI-LIFE

The US is often proud of its diversity, but here in Japan, homogeneity is really a great thing. People look good and seem to subconsciously understand principles of biological attraction, especially cuteness. Femininity is everywhere, and feminism in the least degree is not to be found. Style and fitness come naturally because stores sell fashionable clothing and supermarkets sell fresh foods.

There is not a lot of seediness here. Doors are left unlocked. Even our wireless router is not password-protected. The internet is very fast at 30Mbps down/10Mbps up, and pings are low in the region, but I can’t play US-based first person shooters anymore. My appliances work fine.

There is much harmony and nobility. I’ve stopped judging and have discovered a kind feeling towards others. Even though I’ve done nothing yet, I’m becoming closer to who I really am.

My destination is Tokyo. I have a connecting flight in Detroit. I’m sitting in the waiting area of Gate 40 in Newark International Airport, across from Sleeping Beauty, and I’m sure that I’m caught up in the atmosphere of hope that is all around me! I had a lot of things I wanted to write about leaving and about anticipation, but it all seems so insignificant now.

Do you believe that human beings have souls? Well, I do, and I call souls “ghosts” after the anime Ghost in the Shell. My ghost was bound to the world through its self-reflection off of my parents and friends. Here, I find that that is no longer the case. If I had to say where my ghost is now, I’d say it’s somewhere in between the lines of my face, the paleness of my skin, and the movement of my pupils as they look at you. It’s time to board.

I’m in the air. My bladder is loaded, and I think it’s utterly romantic to pee above the clouds.