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All I have to do is trying to find sleeping place

If it’s a normal trip, I’m just starting to look for an inn that is open late at night, but I can’t afford to stay at 160(about 1.5$) yen.

When it comes to that, the place to sleep naturally is outside,

All I have to do is trying to find sleeping place.

I’m wandering around Shinjuku station looking for a place to sleep, I have a newspaper in my hand that I picked up earlier.

[phot]Wandering around Shinjuku Station

I have a newspaper in my hand, which I have just picked up, and I plan to spread it out and lie down.

Of course, I don’t have a tent or a sleeping bag.

It’s April, so I’ll be able to sleep in what I’m wearing now: a tee shirt, a long-sleeved shirt, a cutter shirt on top of that, a hoodie, and a fleece.

I’m expecting to sleep in the open, or rather only in the open, so I’m wearing a bit of heavy clothing.

For the sake of reference, I try to observe where homeless people sleep.

In the basement of the station, where the lights are already out, there are countless people lying down without order.

It’s a warm place, no rain, no wind, but I don’t feel like sleeping here.

I don’t think there is a concept of territory, and I don’t think anyone will complain, but I think that the reason I don’t feel like lying down here is that somewhere in my heart I still draw the line that I’m not like these people.

From the basement to the surface again, the outside air was still chilly but pleasant compared to the stagnant warm air of the basement.

I saw people laying down everywhere, in front of the entrances of closed shops, underneath the elevated train tracks… I guess it’s all in the mind, you can sleep anywhere you want.

I have been to Shinjuku many times in my life, but I was surprised to see so many people sleeping on the streets.

[phot]People are sleeping in various places.

I was surprised to see so many people sleeping on the streets, which I don’t notice in my daily life, or maybe I was unconsciously trying not to see them.

We went around to various possible places, but in the end we decided on the first one by the lockers at the east exit.

[phot]Sleeping in front of the shutters

It’s not quiet here at midnight, with people coming and going, but the people lounging around don’t look like long-term residents – they look like office workers who missed the last train, or drunk students who are only here for one night.

Also, there is a police box nearby, so they feel safe.

I lay down on the floor without taking off my shoes, using my bag as a pillow.

The lights are still on in the arcade, but I can’t ask them to turn them off.

The light is still on in the arcade, but there is no way to ask people to turn off the lights, which are so close to the ground that the sound of their footsteps echoes in my ears whenever they pass by.

This is what sleeping on the street is all about.

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