There's an old joke: "How many Japanese people does it take to fill a Tokyo subway car?" The problem is that there's no punchline because no matter how full a car is, three more people always push on at the next stop. There is nothing I can say about the Japanese subway that isn't already public knowledge: crowded, clean, crowded, on time, crowded, efficient, and crowded.
This pic was taken last night around 11:45 pm. It is strange to be spooning a stranger so closely that you can feel whether they're wearing boxers or briefs and not get arrested. While pharma companies work to improve erections with drugs like Viagra, someone ought to create a drug that inhibits naturally occurring spontaneous wood for men on the Tokyo subway.
Two seconds after I took this pic, the train stopped suddenly. It was an extraordinary effect. We all toppled on our own. But the whole group moved back to a standing position at the same time, like we'd become pats of an organism that moved as one. That's how crushed the feeling is on the Tokyo subway. You lose individuality and become part of a one-ness. Hmm... Maybe I can use that line next time: "Is that one-ness in your pants, or are you just trying to make more room for other passengers?"
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