The author, smiling winningly Scott Raymond home

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

13 Oct 2003

I arrived in Tokyo yesterday afternoon, and have wandering around since, except for a bit of sleep in a capsule hotel. It’s quite an interesting phenomenon, those hotels. Climbing up into your little pod and diving in headfirst feels like you’re voluntarily plugging into the Matrix in one of those human-sized capsules, arrayed by the thousands.

From the late eighteenth century onwards, it is no longer from the practice of community but from being a wanderer that the instinct of fellow-feeling is derived. Thus an essential isolation and silence and loneliness become the carriers of nature and community against the rigours, the cold abstinence, the selfish ease of ordinary society.

—Raymond Williams, The Country and the City