Anthony Bourdain, remembering Tokyo, in a letter to a friend:
"Tokyo was so dense, so crowded with ... stuff, so complicated, tempting, delicious, and seemingly unknowable: layer upon layer of maddeningly interesting izakayas in one building alone. One city block a life's work of exploration. It was a glorious and lasting derangement of the senses that first trip and I've never been the same since."
Good night Tokyo.
I still cannot figure out what to think of you.
Why are you so ugly? So unknowable? Why can't you ever hug a stranger? Look them in the eye?
And your derangement... all these layers...
And yet. I am going to miss you!
Even your summer nights...