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Though as natural as it may seem, the
minute I tried treating this area as a natural landmark was the same
nanosecond I started seeing Japanese office workers consuming their fare
in front of a takeaway counter.
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Wouldn't it be gastronomically attractive
to consume your picnic-style lunch au jus in front of a natural beauty
like the artificially installed garden?
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Personally, I'm not sure. I haven't had a
"picnic-style" anything since I was a child.
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Traffic officials and security guards
stared happily at me whilst I took my several hundred photos down the
Terebi Asahi-dori (street). I took several hundred more below an
overpass and the building beside it, which houses an adult-alternative
radio station called J-Wave.
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Lest, I couldn't listen to this or any FM
stations even though I carried a receiver just in case they surprised me
with a bit of Celine Dion's latest hit.
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The frequencies allocated to radio stations
in Japan are completely different to whatever North American equipment I
took or could've taken would've handled. Too bad.
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I really wanted to hear
an advertisement or two.
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While pondering with these ludicrous
thoughts, I had almost forgotten to look around. My mind was torturing me
with political nonsense and I didn't realise that until then that Roppongi
Hills was an architectural masterpiece.
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A tower that graces the central districts of
Tokyo with its cylindrical curve. The arc-style arch near Hollywood Plaza
that plays as a waterfall installation.
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That spider... that spider.
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