Fulfilling a lifelong cyberpunk dream of mine here in Kyoto: staying in a Japanese pillbox hotel room.
Yes, that’s my tshirt on a hanger for scale. My hair brushes against the bathroom ceiling. Again, tshirt for scale.
The place is called the Smile Hotel. But I suspect the name was chosen primarily to torture the poor old taxi driver who drove me here from the train station, muttering “Soo-mah-yah-ruh Hotel…Soo-mah-yah-ruh Hotel…” to himself, over and over again, the whole way here.
Was I overconfident in my Spartanmindedness when I booked this trip? I don’t know. It was months and months ago. I mean, I have 50% fewer parents than I did at the time. That’s how long it’s been. Just saying.
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