I’m working from building opposite my office. This is a French bakery of three floors with an excellent view of the Shibuya station. The air outside is crisp in this fresh November morning. I take time to build more internet, write these notes and watch people.
There must be more to life than drinking coffee at different locations. Gambling where to get lunch. Reducing conversations to what the language barrier allows. How can you love a city that will never truly let you belong? I should’ve known Tokyo is just a crush.