Chapter 17 LOST IN Shibuya

I tried to describe as faithfully as possible the impression of being lost alone in the streets of Shibuya on a certain autumn night after attending a dinner party.The Arabs with the beards and the girls staring at the phones that turned on were real people that night.The streets of Shibuya are also rendered almost realistically.People selling fake Rolexes on street corners, fast food restaurants that are still crowded late at night, and huge screens at the intersection in front of the station.These scenarios can make people fully understand what they all rely on to survive.In such a large crowd, you can enjoy solitude.I think that's what's so interesting about this street.Moreover, the street itself is driven by the desire and money that each lonely person sends out to the surroundings in order to intersect with others, repeating the rotation movement on a wireless track day and night.I like downtown Tokyo, not just Ikebukuro.Just like soaking in a hot spring and immersing yourself in the bottomless hot water, it is a pleasant thing to blend into the air of the street.Everyone is lonely, everyone is stupid, everyone is wistful, everyone is bluffing, and everyone is trying to show their good side.Isn't it cute that everyone is trying to be brave?Walking in an alley with no name, thinking about these things.

Shibuya on a Saturday night, was an incredible street.The hot air emitted by many men and women made the air foggy.The heat of desire seems to be thick and thin, and the streets and buildings in front of me feel blurry, but as long as you turn this street corner, you can see bright neon lights floating in the air. I walk alone in the streets of Shibuya at night.The bearded Arabs walking towards me suddenly asked me: "What are you looking for?" At such a time, as long as they waved their hands naturally and replied: "I didn't find anything." They could be dismissed.The other party will not force you to buy something.The person who sells such unknown things is actually very gentlemanly.

I walked into an Italian restaurant on the Spanish slopes.The table was covered with a red and white checked cloth, and the chairs were painted dark green.I order garlic pasta with fresh clams and a Caesar salad, and watch the crowds come and go on the ramp outside. I don't know when the fashion trend in Tokyo became blurred.In the past, as long as white shirts were popular, more than half of the young women walking on the street would wear white shirts with slightly different cuts.Today, fashion has become a localized existence.Like a small tropical depression, formed unconsciously, before being clearly recognized by others, it disappeared unconsciously.This autumn's tropical depression is a T-shirt with a gold and silver wire box and fake diamonds on the chest, but it doesn't seem to be too strong.

I admire girls who don't want to fight with people. "Sorry for the waitting." With a whiff of garlic, the pasta arrived.Pasta on a plate has completely changed over the years.Although the price is the same, the weight of noodles has increased by 30 to 50%.My appetite is not big, I really hope to maintain the original portion and lower the price a little. Watching the ever-changing streets of Shibuya in the night, I finished dinner alone.I don't hate having dinner alone, it's a quick meal and a lot to think about.Half of the overly seasoned salad was left unfinished and I drank a double espresso. Espresso is really not drinkable, but must be sipped.I was thinking about such pointless things.

Leaving the pasta restaurant on the Spanish slopes (it seems to be called "The American in Paris"), I walked slowly up the ramp.After passing Park Avenue, I walked into Taoer Records.The CDs in the classical music area here are the most complete in Tokyo.Back then, when I first started listening to classical music, I felt that the classical music area here was like a maze, which gave me a headache every time.Today, you know which composer is on which shelf without even looking at the first letter.I didn't buy a CD until closing time.I didn't want to listen to sad music, so I chose a sheet of six dazzling quartets written by a young Mozart in Milan.Each piece of music is a sketch of no more than ten minutes long, and it sounds as relaxing as eating a small biscuit.

When I came to the streets of Shibuya, I found that I had nothing to do.The sidewalks are packed with people heading to JR Shibuya station.There are various kinds of crowds at night in Shibuya.After nine o'clock in the evening, the crowd will change, and it is the time for the first batch of night tourists to return home. I joined the crowd without thinking.Everyone seems to have a companion, and those without companions are playing with their mobile phones, which seems to show that they have an intersection with others.People were talking at the top of their lungs.Among the crowd, I am alone.When I got to Shibuya Station, I lost my way.I don't want to go home so early.In desperation, he had no choice but to stand in front of Hachiko Square, pretending to be waiting for someone.Everyone is happy on a Saturday night.Already there were a few drunks who needed to be watched over by friends; there were also two men who kept accosting girls who were passing by.I stood in front of the square that looked like a changing room at a beach for thirty minutes, looking at the huge electronic report board opposite the intersection.

The Italian football team shoots like magic, the 15-year-old female singer sings extremely sad lyrics, which high-end brand releases jeans full of holes, and the German-made silver car can speed up to 200 per hour on the highway. fifty kilometers.Although everything has nothing to do with me, watching these news can pass the time smoothly.One thing I found for granted, this street just took me as an ATM card. Pretending to be tired of waiting, I headed to the kiosk, looking for something to help me pass the time before midnight.Newspapers and weekly magazines are not good, and I read them all at once, and at that time, I didn't want to know more about other people's misfortunes.

The carousels are packed with library books. "Blood Type Divination", "The Conspiracy of the Board of Directors", "Wife Screams Ravaging Peach", "Why Ichiro Succeeds in the Major Leagues", the small display shelves are lined with the titles of infinite human curiosity. I picked up a few books, checked the content, and read the explanation.I'm used to watching the commentary first.This is a habit that I naturally developed in order to avoid buying books I didn't like when I was a primary school student with little pocket money.Most of the customers heading to the station bought chewing gum and sports papers.I was the only one standing in the corner of the interactive multimedia information station, slowly looking for the library.

In the end, I finally bought two copies.One is an intellectual guessing mystery novel.There are no characters in the book, and the nonsense characters like cartoon protagonists successfully solved the murder case that happened in the triple secret room.This kind of content is very suitable for my mood at the moment.I don't want to watch serious content, and I don't want to face the tenacity and emptiness of the real world. The second is a biography related to the movement.Describe the history of climbing Mount Everest, while introducing the latest high-tech mountaineering supplies.I will never go mountain climbing myself, I have never been there before, and I probably will not go in the future.However, I like to read some books whose detailed descriptions have nothing to do with me. Maybe I am not viewing them from the perspective of reality, but from the perspective of fantasy novels.

I took two books and strolled along Wenhuacun Avenue, and when I saw a fast food restaurant, I went in.I sat at the bar seat by the window, drank coffee with only color but no fragrance, and read two books in turn.It's an interesting read when looking at two not-so-interesting books. The young lovers outside the window float around like abnormally proliferating plankton.On the brightly painted sidewalks, foreign backpackers listlessly sell fake Rolexes. I felt that someone was watching me, and turned around suddenly, and found a woman in her twenties looking at me from behind two bar chairs that were not occupied by anyone.There was an open cell phone in front of her.I stared at her intently, and she finally looked away.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when I read a hundred pages in both library books.The fast food restaurant is closing.The guests were driven to the road amidst a sad melody. Exhausted, I turned into the alley and sat on the concrete steps in front of the boutique that had pulled down the iron gate. "You are alone, too." Looking up, it turned out to be the woman in the shop just now.Before I could speak, she sat down next to me, facing me. "I was going on a date today, but the other party let me go and didn't contact me. Would you like to go for a drink together?" I looked at her profile.Although her facial features are correct, the expression on her face is very decadent. "Sorry, I can't go." "I was watching you just now, you have nothing to do, don't you?" "Yes, I have nothing to do, and there is no show after a while." I smiled.she says: "Then just play with me. The last bus should have left. Are you going home alone?" I closed an open library and stood up, patting my jeans-clad ass.She looked up at me in surprise. "Are you leaving? Why?" I said goodbye to her and walked away.I just broke up with my girlfriend last Saturday and today just came to our usual dating street based on inertia.Everything we see with our eyes remains in our memory. I live three stations away from Shibuya, but I decided to walk home instead of taking the train.Because, I can't bear the sweltering loneliness of the last train.