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ｊｕｓｔ　ｂａｃｋ　ｆｒｏｍ　ａｎ　ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ　ｏｕｔ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｊｏｎ　ａｎｄ　ｔｗｏ　ｏｆ　ｈｉｓ　ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ．　ｗｅ　ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ　ａｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｐａｒｋ　ｈｙａｔｔ　ｈｏｔｅｌ　ｉｎ　ｓｈｉｂｕｙａ．ｗｅ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　３０ｔｈ　ｆｌｏｏｒ　or　ｗｈｉｃｈｅｖｅｒ　ｆｌｏｏｒ　ｉｔ　ｗａｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｈａｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｆａｍｏｕｓ　ｖｉｅｗ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｔｏｋｙｏ．　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｙ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｃａｂ　ｊｏｎ　ｗａｓ　wondering　ｗｈａｔ　ｋｉｎｄ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｖｉｅｗ　ｗｅ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｈａｖｅ　ａｓ　ｉｔ　ｌｏｏｋｅｄ　ａ　ｂｉｔ　ｃｌｏｕｄｙ．　ｂｕｔ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｕｐ，　ｇｏｔ　ｓｅａｔｅｄ　ｒｉｇｈｔ　ａｗａｙ，　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｉ　ｗａｓ，　ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ，　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｓａｍｅ　ｂａｒ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｓｃａｒｌｅｔｔ　ａｎｄ　ｂｉｌｌ　ｍｅｅｔ　ｉｎ　ｌｏｓｔ　ｉｎ　ｔｒａｎｓｌａｔｉｏｎ，　ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｏｋｙｏ　ｎｉｇｈｔ　ｈｏｒｉｚｏｎ．ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｏ　ｓａｙ　ｔｈａｔ　ｉｔ　was　ｇｅｎｕｉｎｅｌｙ　ｂｒｅａｔｈｔａｋｉｎｇ，ａｓ　ｉｎ，　ｗｈｅｎ　ｉ　ｃａｍｅ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　lift　ａｎｄ　ｗａｓ　ｆａｃｅｄ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｎｃｒｅｄｉｂｌｅ　ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ　ｖｉｅｗ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｗｈａｔ　ｌｏｏｋｅｄ　ｌｉｋｅ　ａｌｌ　ｏｆ　ａｓｉａ，　ｉ　ｆｏｒｇｏｔ　ｔｏ　ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ　ｆｏｒ　ａ　ｇｏｏｄ　few　ｓｅｃｏｎｄｓ．　ｔｈｅ　ｖｉｅｗ　ｉｓ　ｈｕｇｅ，　ｌｉｋｅ　ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｅａ　ｆｒｏｍ　ａ　ｐｌａｎｅ　ｗｉｎｄｏｗ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｍｉｌｅｓ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｌａｎｄ　ａｎｄ　ｙｏｕ　ｋｎｏｗ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｖｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｍｏｖｉｎｇ　ｌｉｋｅ　ｂｕｔ　ｉｔ　ｌｏｏｋｓ　ｌｉｋｅ　ａ　ｓｏｒｔ　ｏｆ　ｒｕｇｇｅｄ　ｒｏｃｋ　ｌａｎｄｓｃａｐｅ．ｙｏｕ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｓｅｅ　ｏｖｅｒ　ｔｏ　ｏｔｈｅｒ　ｐａｒｔｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｏｗｎ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｌｉｇｈｔｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｒｉｇｈｔｅｓｔ　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｓｔ　ｅｖｅｒ－ｂｌｉｎｋｉｎｇ，　ａｎｄ　ａ　ｌｉｔ　ｕｐ　ｆｅｒｒｉｓ　ｗｈｅｅｌ　ｏｎ　ｔｏｐ　ｏｆ　ｏｎｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｈｏｐｐｉｎｇ　ｍａｌｌｓ　ｗａｙ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｏｒｉｚｏｎ　ｗａｓ　ｓｏ　ｆａｒ　ａｗａｙ　ａｎｄ　ｓｏｎｅｈｏｗ　ｂｌｕｒｒｙ　ｗｈｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｒａｖｅｌｌｉｎｇ　ｃｉｒｃｕｓ－ｅｓｑｕｅ　ｌｉｇｈｔｓ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｏｎ　ａｎｄ　ｏｆｆ，　ｍｙｓｅｌｆ　ａｎｄ　ｊｏｎｓ　ｆｒｉｅｎｄ　ｅｍｉｌｙ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｓｅｅｉｎｇ　ｆｉｒｅｗｏｒｋｓ．　ｔｈｅ　ｓｋｙ　ｗａｓ　ｃｌｅａｒ；　’ｉ　ｄｏｎｔ’ｔ　ｔｈｉｎｋ　ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｅｖｅｒ　ｓｅｅｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｋｙ　ｓｏ　ｃｌｅａｒ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｂｅｅｎ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｂｅｆｏｒｅ’　ｗａｓ　ｊｏｎｓ　ｃｏｍｍｅｎｔ．　ｉｔ　ｓｅｅｍｅｄ　ｉ　ｗａｓ　ｌｕｃｋｙ．　
ｔｈｅ　ｖｉｅｗ　ｗａｓ　ｓｏ　ｍｕｃｈ　ｇｅｏｇｒａｐｈｉｃａｌ　ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ　ｉ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｈａd　ｔｏ　ｓｔａｎｄ　ｂｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ　ｆｏｒ　ａ　ｆｅｗ　ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ　ａｎｄ　ｓｔａｒｅ，　ｐａｎｎｉｎｇ　ｂａｃｋ　ａｎｄ　ｆｏｒｔｈ　ｔｏ　ｗｒｉｔｅ　ｉｔ　ａｌｌ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｈａｒｄ　ｄｉｓｋ　ａｓ　a　ｐａｎｏｒａｍｉｃ　ｓｈｏｔ．　
ｔｈｅｎ　ｉ　ｆｅｌｔ　so　ａｌｏｎｅ．　ｉ　ｒｅａｌｉｓｅｄ　ｉ　ｗａｓ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｏｔｈｅｒ　ｓｉｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｌａｎｅｔ　ｏｎ　ｍｙ　ｏｗｎ，　ｍｏｖｉｎｇ　ｙｅｔ　ｆｕｒｔｈｅｒ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ　ｎｉｇｈｔ．　ｗｈｏ　ｄｉｄ　ｉ　ｔｈｉｎｋ　ｏｆ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｉ　ｓａｗ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｖｉｅｗ？　ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ　ｔｈｉｎｋｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｓｔ　ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ　ｐｅｒｓｏｎ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｌｉｆｅ　ｗｈｅｎ　ｔｈｅｙ　ｓｅｅ　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ　ｏｆ　ｕｎｉｑｕｅ　ｍａｇｎｉｔｕｄｅ．　ｉｄｅａｌｌｙ　ｔｈａｔ　ｐｅｒｓｏｎ　ｉｓ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏ　ｓｅｅ　ｉｔ　ａｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｓａｍｅ　ｔｉｍｅ　ａｎｄ　ｔｏ　ｓｉｌｅｎｔｌｙ，　ｃｏｎｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ，　ｒｅａｌｉｓｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｇｒａｖｉｔａｓ　ｏｆ　ｓｈａｒｉｎｇ　ｔｈａｔ　ｍｉｎｕｔｅ　ａｎｄ　ｈａｖｉｎｇ　ｉｔ　ｔｏ　ｔａｌｋ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｕｔｕｒｅ，　ｓｉｇｈｉｎｇ　ａｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｓａｍｅ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｉｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｈｅａｄｓ　ｂｕｔ　ｎｏｔ　ｓａｙｉｎｇ　ｗｈａｔ　ｙｏｕ　ｆｅｅｌ　ｏｕｔ　ｌｏｕｄ　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　ｗｈａｔ　ｗｏｒｄｓ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｆｉｔ？
ｉ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ　ｔｏ　ｍｙｓｅｌｆ　ａｓ　ｉ　ｓｕｒｖｅｙｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｖｉｅｗ．　ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｏ　ｓｔｅａｌ　ｊｏｎｓ　ｐｈｏｎｅ　ａｎｄ　ｃａｌｌ　ｓｏｍｅｏne to teｌｌ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｗｈａｔ　ｉ　ａｎ　ｄｏｉｎｇ　ａｎｄ　ｓｈａｒｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｅｉｒｄｎｅｓｓ　ａｎｄ　ｃｏｏｌｎｅｓｓ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ．　ｗｈｏ　ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　ｉ　ｃａｌｌ？ｗｈｏ　ｉｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ　ｔｈａｔ　ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｒｅｇｒｅｔ　ｉｆ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｓ　ｍｙ　ｍｅｍｏｒｙ　ａｌｏｎｅ？
　ｎｏ　ｏｎｅ　ｃａｍｅ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｍｙ　ｈｅａｄ．
anyway，　ａｗｅｓｏｍｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ａ　ｃａｐｉｔａｌ　ａ，　ｉｆ　ｏｎｌｙ　ｉ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｆｉｇｕｒｅ　ｏｕｔ　ｃａｐｓ　ｌｏｃｋ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ．
ｄｅｅｐ　ｓｈｉｔ　ｍａｎ．

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I feel You
Deep shit. read your article and identified with it. I feel you man, i truly. I'm in Shibuya Excell hotel at this moment, in Tokyo, all by myself. But i've never been to that bar up there but after reading your thoughts made me feel like wanna go up there.