On the Xanax flight to Haneda, I hallucinate there’s a vintage toy store on the plane. The power is off to conserve energy, but it’s there. I have to crawl alone the humming corridors and past a café filled with the ghosts of ex-EPSY agents, but I finally find it. Bullmark Godzillas circa late sixties in plastic wrapping. No price tags and the store staff will only whisper vague utterances when questioned. I awake and the plane is filled with white people: a youth baseball team from Alameda in matching polo shirts and khaki pants. At nyukan, the clerk tries mindfuck.
“You were just here a month ago.”
“Actually, it was two months ago…”
“You tend to stay a long time.”
“Three weeks...”
Now I know how Col. Baldwin feels; poked and prodded and always suspicious. Nyukan gives up and let’s me go. I’m in.
God dammit, I have anime/toy store dreams all the time. Glad I'm not the only one. Never flew into Haneda before. How does it differ from Narita? Any particular advantages?
Posted by: Tim Eldred | August 04, 2011 at 09:04 PM