27 October 2019
Finally ran out of puff
Exploring the overhead tracks of Ueno
As the title says. I am exhausted. I cannot go any further.
Also astute viewers may notice the addition of a subtitle thing under the title. What I have discovered is that no one can find my website content on Google because I always use obscure puns that do not even mean anything to me as titles for each section. So Google can therefore never classify my content.
The subtitle is therefore just a descriptive factual description describing things that I have done that day. The real title is above it, and much more meaningfulnessless. Thats a new word.
I knew I was exhausted before I left my hotel, but leave I did, and stuck to Ueno, which I wrote about earlier as the location of my hotel, if you have been paying attention and reading in order that would be fully apparent. I took photos of the overhead tracks and pipes and stuff, a few of them are shared below for your viewing pleasure. Then I went and had dinner, and here I am typing this, ready for bed, but trying to stay awake until 9PM local time, lets see who wins. No one wins.
Oh yeah, a rare third update today, despite massive ongoing tiredness. Devotion, plentiful, meaninglessly mindful.
Here are some bikes, some pipes, and a guy lit up by bright lights. Thats a new form of Haiku. Guy at the end of the alley was yelling loudly to himself. I yelled back. He was a better yeller than me so I scurried off. I cannot win this battle. Knowing when to retreat is the mark of a great warrior. If you retreat before the battle has started you will never be defeated.
Here are some tracks, people, neon.
I remembered to look up to have an upward look from under the tracks. Things are looking up.
The markets selling fresh fruit, bear bile, sea grapes and supreme t-shirts were still going strong on a Sunday night.
I have been up those steps before, I think theres a view, but not tonight. My poor legs cannot take me there.
For dinner, I had almost all the Japanese cuisines at once. If they could have thrown some Ramen on the plate I would be done. Actually I had something that was just that in a Nagoya train station years ago, which I believe was literally called, everything on a plate, with sauce. OK THATS IT. BED TIME.