So, I moved into Ikebukuro area in the city center almost a year ago, but am only now getting round to putting up photos of my apartment.
Here it is:
This is from my kitchen area, looking left. You may have noticed the book of love on the black coffee table on the left hand side, next to the big bucket love seat. This is indeed the next book I am working on, of course under a pen-name, about the mating habits of the Japanese.
Here you can see my enormous water bed (with vibrate option, naturally, I just feed yen into the headpost), as well as the window looking out over Ikebukuro crossing.
This is a shot of my well-stocked book case. Atop it, the legendary Shogun, a game invented by the Shogi (plural of Shogun) in the Meiji period, to avoid actual bloodshed. Not to be confused with the chess-like game actually titled Shogi, in which the aim is for Shogi to co-exist peacefully (hence the plural form), wherein they sit around and talk about recent rice yields. The game Shogun by comparison is a blood-thristy affair filled with plastic screaming death, where only one may rule.
This is a shot looking back from the bed. Can you see the mouse? He’s well-hidden.
This is my work-station, a white cherry-wood desk, one of the last hewn from the now scrubbish hinter-slopes of Mt. Fuji. Above it you may notice the extraordinary occurence of 2 calendars. How can this be explained, you must be ruminating? Well, to explicate, one is from my dear pater, and the other from dear mater. Don’t they co-exist merrily? I think so.
Perhaps you see the mouse now. He is less bashful with time.
And so, until the next time, my apartment bids you adieu.