For many years I’ve dreamt of getting really close to Mount Fuji. Not so close as to touch it but close.
You know that PC desktop wallpaper with the fields of purple flowers, azure sky kissing Fuji’s snowy peak? I wanted to stand among those flowers, feeling the full magnitude of Fuji pulsing gently before me. Some years ago, when I first traveled to Japan, I may have passed Fuji by bullet train but I can’t quite recall. So when I returned to Japan about 3 weeks ago, the thought of realizing my dream cropped up. But…somehow I haven’t gone. Something is telling me to leave Fuji where it is. Perhaps I’m worried that actually being there might not live up to the image I’ve created. Like the disappointment of meeting one of your heros. I felt this last weekend when recreating Scarlett Johansson’s walk across the Shibuya Scramble Crossing – it was much better when she did it. Maybe I’m also not feeling the need to go to Fuji because she’s doing such a good job of coming to me. Sure, it’s an iconic image you’re bound to run into in everywhere in Japan, but I’m kind of enjoying the way Fuji seems to be stalking me. For instance, my room in the little Tokyo apartment I’m staying at is like a shrine to the beloved volcano, with postcards, fans and framed pictures adorning the walls. Then, a couple of days ago, I visited a small public bathhouse and a huge picture of Fuji covered nearly the entire wall in the hot tub room. As I sat in the steaming jacuzzi, looking up at Fuji’s beauty, I asked myself if actually going there would be better than enjoying the view like this (extreme temperatures will make you contemplate such things)? Our most recent rendezvous was in a clothing store when I spotted a nifty pair of Fuji boxer shorts – seriously considering breaking my 2 pairs of underwear rule to get those. I know what you’re thinking, I’m just rationalizing being too lazy to get on a train and go and see Fuji for myself. Possibly, but for now I’m relishing my relationship with Fujisan as it is i.e. one of sweet anticipation and respectful distance. For now she can wait.