Oh man you know what, I totally forgot about feels.

What did I do in the meantime?

I went on some trips to places I always longed to go to.
This was months ago.

Tokyo and New York City. Man, are they awesome. I like big
cities. Funny thing is, I like feeling small, in a way.

I like being lost in the middle of somewhere. You turn left
or right and there's always something there. Something new.
Something different.

I accidentally stumbled into a Samba dance festival. That's
not something I thought could be stumbled upon, but it happened.

Tokyo is damn quiet at night. I came out of an anime nightclub
at 3 AM. The trains were out of service by then. I walked all
the way from Akiba to Asakusa, alone with just me and my
thoughts.

Nighttime is a different world. Akiba is normally so crowded.
A billion people clamoring for video games, electronics, and
anime goods. An army of maids touting business. But at night,
there's just you, the guy biking home from the club who's now
overtaken you, and a drunk guy hobbling home. He pukes on the
sidewalk, but silently.

New York City is a city that never sleeps. Well, it sleeps a 
little. But at night, a man in a sasquatch costume still jostles
his way through the dense Time Square crowd with difficulty.
It is both impossible and imperative to move out of the way.

As you move, formless blobs of light and sound whip past your head
for an eternity. Then suddenly, without even knowing it, your legs
have taken you to the doors of a train and you hear the sacred words:

:: This is the BROOKLYN bound TWO train. The next stop is... ::