Shibuya, shibuya des.

Traipsing around Shibuya alone tonight, looking for a convenience store that sold cigarettes. Strangely, in Tokyo's party central, convenience stores (with cigarettes) are for some reason harder to find. Quieter tonight, random bursts of noise and busy rather than a party of surround lightsound; post New Year's Eve everyone's chi-less. I felt awake, well-clothed for the cold, so I walked some more than I would've otherwise. Wandered uphill and found myself in the love hotel district. Love hotels, we don't have them in America; the sign outside lists two prices, a higher price for stay or sleep, a lower price if you just want to "rest". They're prettier than other Tokyo buildings, the light is subtle and nice, nothing gaudy. Like I said, it's on a hill, and it did feel like a place to rest, without quotes; an island above the noise machine.
I did find my Lucky Strike Light-oh's eventually, and was surprise-gifted with one of the vending machines that sells my favorite canned coffee: "Cinnamon Cappuccino", it's in a machine that I don't see very often. I sat down with those two simple items and enjoyed them; then took myself down to the clean and quiet train, and home.