Tokyo Reflections

The setting sun cast a shimmering hue of goldthe confusion is the infamous ultra right wing group
across the cerulean sea as I made my way pastknown as Uyoku, whose modified trucks and buses
the outcropping of rock that dotted thepainted black and armed with massive loudspeakers
pristine shoreline. I was making good time, thoughpatrol the inner city broadcasting thunderous
thoughts of why and where I was boundpropaganda and martial music at glass shattering
seemed inconsequential as I luxuriated in thelevels, transmitting a form of high decibel intimidation
exquisite feeling of weightlessness that envelopedthat can be not only detrimental to your political
my body. Inexplicably and without warning I wasviews, but to your ears as well. Much less rabid in
suddenly drawn into a vortex of sound dominatedtheir intent but also exasperating are the mobile
by the shrill chant of a woman armed with avendors, whose distinctive prerecorded songs played
microphone, who standing ominously over me as Inon stop and without variation can be heard blocks
slept repeated the same incomprehensible nameaway as they slowly traverse the thoroughfares
over and over again.... As I abruptly sat up in bedselling anything from grilled sweet potatoes to laundry
 it took a bleary eyed moment to realize thepoles. Late night suburbia is also not to be spared the
madwoman who had somehow managed to enteronslaught. Packs of young marauders known as
my room was in reality driving past my apartment inBosozoku terrorize the sleeping multitudes with
one of the numerous vans that I and the rest of theswarms of motorcycles devoid of mufflers which
populous would be subjected to for the nextbuzz mercilessly through the slumbering streets in a
several weeks. General election campaigns in Tokyocollective revving of motors striving successfully to
were in full boom. From the early morning hourssimulate the sound of jets approaching the runway.
to late evening fleets of these horror-on-wheelsAfter wearing out a myriad of earplugs in an attempt
invade the city, emitting messages from highto squelch the perpetual clamor, I decided one
powered loudspeakers atop micro buses consistingafternoon to take the long due vacation I'd been
entirely of an endless repetition of theirpromising myself. Over the course of the next
favorite candidates name.several days I made the necessary arrangements,
As in most cities in Japan, Tokyo suffers from lackand was soon waking up each morning to the sound
of regulations concerning noise pollution, and thoseof chirping birds at my friend's countryside home in
that do exist are rarely enforced. A leisurely strollOregon. The time spent in my haven of tranquility
down the bustling streets of Shinjuku is guaranteedpassed pleasantly enough, but I found myself
to assail the senses with the scores of CD shops,yearning to return to the excitement of the big city.
game centers, and electronic outlets all insisting onArriving at Narita airport a few days later I gathered
sharing their latest hit song or promotional come-onmy bags and made my way to the train counter,
at peak volume by mounting speakers on theirwhere purchasing a ticket I passed through the
storefronts. Entering one of the department storesentrance gate which suddenly erupted in a peal of
that line the teeming avenues in hope of gaining aclangs and whistles, as in my haste I had activated
reprise from the commotion, you're confrontedthe machine's alarm system by entering the wrong
instead with a series of glaring announcementsentryway. Moments later as I stood on the platform
promoting any number of bargains to be had thatthe blurred flash of a bullet train sped past into the
day. As you step upon the escalator a sonorousdarkness, the surging rush of air it expelled followed
voice that appears to descend from the celestialinstantly by the deafening blast of its horn. Wearily
sphere instructs you in no uncertain terms tonegotiating the last remaining steps from the station
“stand on the center of the step” and tothat led home I could hear the plaintive refrain of
“watch your children carefully”. Merging oncesirens in the distance, their interminable lament
more with the cacophony outside, you meandermomentarily superseding the din of traffic that
aimlessly down a narrow alleyway when theserves as a permanent backdrop to the city.
seductive voice of a woman hidden from viewFumbling with my keys, I paused at the door as the
beckons to you with the alluring phrase of “I'mincessant bark of my neighbor's dog quickly evolved
backing up, I'm backing up”, only to discover asinto a primordial wail that marked the proclamation of
you round the corner expectantly she resides withinmy return. A wry smile of resignation crossed my lips
the garbage trucks automatic recording machine.as I stepped into the foyer that led to my
Noise has always been a problem in Tokyo, and in aapartment. There could be no doubt about it.
city that is home to more than two million cars, theI was back in Tokyo...
dilemma is reaching alarming proportions. Adding to