My first impression upon deplaning in Tokyo was utter silence. Yes, in the airport. After the cacophony of JFK, it was glorious. So while I walked down the JFK ramp weeping because I was afraid to leave (in a plane) and didn't feel well, I walked up the Haneda ramp teary from the silence. It is such a relief to be free of the work of understanding other people and the need to make myself understood verbally. I don't have to listen to anything, really; Japanese is like music.
This is a research expedition to reestablish my work's primacy.
This trip is about my eyes and their spotting-of-moments that are peculiarly mine. I'm documenting most, and posting some to FB and Instagram. It is beyond exciting.