The penny drops

The total alienation finally hits. Although the city looks and feels like a western city, the never-ending exposure to an unknown language, either written or verbal, makes one feel to be completely detached. Instinctively, it feels like the West, but logically, it does not makes any sense. This conflict can be used to describe being in Tokyo best.
Most of the time is spent gazing and wondering at the different excesses of an alien culture; one which uses the same signs in some cases, but with a totally different symbolism. In the end, one tends to tune out the background talk, Trying to make sense of it all has no relevance, since it does not allude to any known or learned skill.
The lolita complex is everywhere; worse than I originally anticipated. Some toys, depicting various children in several sexual positions, are even considered illegal in the West. Aside from this minor negative observation, the toy cult is very prevalent, and is on a larger scale than I could possibly hope for.
Tokyo is built of popular culture; the neon signs and constant background noise give birth to a playground in which everything seems possible. The deeper meaning go beyond me at the moment. The shrines and other traditional Japanse tourist attractions are cast aside; they have no place in this world.