Konichi-wa

So, riddle me this, Sigmund - what does it mean that I suddenly have an urge to get on a plane and go to Tokyo? Utter isolation, don't speak the language, a gaijin in the ultimate culture of conformity. Surrounded by the salarymen reading their hentai manga on the trains, packed so tight, sardines, that when they die of their stress-induced heart attacks, they can't fall to the floor.