Written & Photographed April 2015, Edited August 18, 2018
Convenient, glamorous, spacious, luxurious, and comfortable: these are all words that do not describe my current dwellings—a 1R apartment in northern Ikebukuro.
I don’t mean to sound melodramatic, but though not unsafe, it’s a rather dodgy area.
Each day, I traverse the grey pavement in a grey neighbourhood under a grey sky, down a long street titled Heiwa Dori, or “Peace Street.” It’s an amusing name, I think to myself each and every time, as I pass the hostess clubs, love hotels and a lone, despondent-looking soapland.
The location, while moderately convenient, is not pretty. Nor is the room in which I find myself. No washing machine, no bed, no internet, no space. But there is hot water and a roof above my head, so it’s not all bad.
Anyways, I found a disposable camera in a nearby konbini for around 900 yen, so that’s been cool.