For once we agree completely about Tokyo.
My husband dreams we’re camped out in a ruined city. There’s a big crowd, everybody’s got a mattress, and I’m bitching about ours.
My husband gets up, goes from mattress to mattress, and measures with his thumb and forefinger. As he walks he argues with me: our mattress is thicker than theirs, theirs is much thinner, our mattress is better, this one too, our mattress is much thicker, much better, much thicker than theirs.
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