
Walking slowing looking after the details is way much more difficult than walking at fast pace to try and not be late at an appointment. I used a watch until last birthday that was naturally ahead of time by 10 minutes, whatever efforts put into stopping it from rushing onward. It was the perfect watch for not being late. Now my new watch is pegged twice a day on the Japanese atomic clock by waves. Time management is an issue. But not when walking on
flânerie mode, not when walking the
Walkin' in Tokyo fashion way. Although other fast paces activities are inhibiting the project
Walkin' in Tokyo to expand, thinking about it, and especially talking about it around me has been thriving lately. Some peopIe are kind and reconforting enough to tell me it is a good idea. It may be.
I take the risk of sounding pedantic and overly intellectual about the mere activity of
urban flânerie, but I take that risk anyway. Urban walking as a discipline comes with two purposes: awareness of trying and see, incorporate the outside, the street, as nothing but an extension of one's home: me being here, here and now, and this
here being not simply a space of transition between two
safer places - home and workplace, but an extension of both where static and movement alternate. Static in the café, or on the terasse (a rare spot in Tokyo), moving along the street, not for window shopping but for trying and acquire everything that make the street being what it is at that moment, acquisition by watching. An activity with no end because embracing everything is impossible and the street is not a still picture. This conscious tentative of incorporation the outside as an extension of the inside has always been the typical purpose of the flâneurs of the 20th century strolling on the boulevards or along the
roofed passageways not far from the Opera.
Slow walking is a discipline as well as watching on purpose is another one. Practice the two together and you get overwhelmed. The mind with its unrelenting urge to fill the slowed space with its own never ending inner talking rushes on the front stage of awareness. Taming the inner voice is a challenge. I once laughed reading about the correlation between
bicycling and meditation. I don't laugh anymore, especially after having spent more than a year commuting by bicycle in full specialized gear. It is a discipline, just like flânerie with the will to consciously feel the outside as being part of the inner side. Walkin' in Tokyo project is as much about walking along nice trails in Tokyo to see nice spots, as to make these spots along the trail part of your inner experience, even when you are no longer physically here. But from that disciplined approach comes an interesting but not new understanding that when on a slow pace walking and watching intently, lots of tiny things pop up where one is usually blind when rushing around.
On the picture in this post is an owl decorated lightning rod in the background on top of the Athéné Français French language school on the Ochanomizu hill.