Yebisu Garden

Today I went to Yebisu with friends with the plan I put together this morning. The day after Yokohama, staying home on such a beautiful day as it was (days when old Japanese ladies speak to birds, asking cutely, “Oh! What’re you eating?“ and going on to tend their flowers below, all growing out of dirt packed wooden pots placed on old-fashioned-looking table-stands, each slowly shedding its porcelain-white paint) would be a day impossible to fully enjoy. I’ve been writing a song lately with a single string tuned strangely on my guitar, and with that have been kept busy, and happy. But even still, the day was beautiful, and I wanted to try speaking to the birds.

Unfortunately, the birds in Yebisu all ask you, “What’re you eating?” and try to get some. Yebisu Garden is beautiful, like a space station with the architecture of a ballroom outside, it is a space with space, which seems uncommon in Tokyo, and so it didn’t disappoint me to find that pigeons in Japan are the same as pigeons in America, and probably everywhere, although I know that I can’t say that for sure.