Tokyo Station, sorta
September 18, 2019・5 min read (991 words)
I left the house at 1305, hoping to explore the area around Tokyo Station and Nihombashi.
After exiting the station I looked for food at the nearest big building, which happened to be a shopping mall with offices on the upper levels, a type of building which feels really common here due to the sheer number of tall towers that exist.
Well I was in a shopping centre already, so I took a while to walk around every level and browse a lot of the shops.
Reading back on my notes I realise now that I completely forgot about my plans to go to Nihombashi. Instead, I sat down at the communal seats and tables on the ground floor (pretty rare for those to exist in Tokyo other than in parks), learnt Japanese on my phone, and watched office workers come out of the lifts after their workday. Apparently Marunouchi (the side of Tokyo station which I exited) is Tokyo’s financial district but I didn’t take a good look since I holed up in Kitte all day and it was raining outside.
After getting sick of learning Japanese, I went back to Tokyo station and explored one of the big malls connected to the station building. I ended up in the Tokyu Hands stationery section and I must’ve spent 30-60 minutes there. I was looking for a nice refillable notebook but I could only find journals and planners. They also had a huge pen section, predominantly from Japanese manufacturers but also including all the non-Japanese big names too. None of the pens were “cheap” and were mainly sold individually. I didn’t look at the prices too much, but I’d say that most pens were in the 200-400 JPY range, with more expensive metal ones selling for 500-1500. They had a particularly large display of Uni Jetstream pens with heaps of different varieties, some plastic, some metal (and expensive), some short, many colours, and some multicolour ones which could include a mechanical pencil.
Unfortunately, the store closed while I was still browsing so I didn’t buy anything. Elbert happened to be in the area so I met up with him, but he wasn’t hungry so he went home first while I stayed behind to eat.
I got home at 2200 and stayed up doing who knows what, and blogging. I bought a pudding at Lawson and the man at the counter (who I’ve seen many times before) asked me where I was from (at first in Japanese but I didn’t understand him) and I said Australia. He told me that he was from Nepal. Maybe I’ll talk to him more on my next midnight snack trip.
Waking hours
1130–2750
Written by Daniel Tam
