Eli came on a cheap flight for a week during the rainy season. Rain and recession-beating, Tokyo seemed like a whole new city to me as well as her as we got out and explored.
I took her to all the places I want to spend more time. We stared at rainwater gushing down sheer slopes of the Mori Building and ten spinning disco balls at eye level in a dark room in a room of an exhibition.
We found a place by the river I'd previously heard of but not found with a concrete bar and bare pipes wriggling across the ceiling above a wall floor-to-ceiling of eight shelves of books.
Whilst watching the dog pen in Yoyogi park, we talked about the occult and how an ex-boyfriend/magick practitioner adjusted her anahata (heart chakra) to align itself with her vishuddha (throat chakra) somewhere in California. Eli told me all about Amma, who I'd love to hug one day.
There was a night on top of the Tobu department store in a beer garden demolishing the 'moo' course (pictured) and help-yourself-beer and a night when Eli ate a whole, semi-defrosted sashimi tuna steak to herself.
Also, it was refreshing to hear her perspective on Japan and watch her rend apart a piece of sushi with chopstick chopstick like knife and fork and make a meal out of a mouthful.
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