Perhaps you've read my post from yesterday and already know I'm currently preoccupied with issues related to clutter and space and possessions, or perhaps you are fresh to my blog from some unknown linkage of interest or happenstance or even, gulp, fate. Well, I am still tonight dealing with my daughter's possessions, I am still hosting a houseful of delightful visitors from Hong Kong, and I am still thinking about issues related to the spaces we occupy on our comparatively little spinning orb, Good Ole Long Suffering Earth.
But tonight I'll be brief. I will be content to offer you two words: Capsule hotel. I will also offer you a few links, to Wikipedia's definition, to a short film tour of a working capsule hotel in Japan and one more to some additional pictures. These are real overnight accommodations for real people.
Suddenly, I find myself newly fond of my ancient, ramshackle house and all the wonderful history and beauty of what fills it. I do not want to become an inhabitant of an anonymous cell with no natural light or audible sounds from the streets beyond; I do not want to be a worker bee in a hive devoted to production.
The Chinese, incidentally, just shut down the first capsule hotel to open in their country, in Shanghai. The government decided that it was a safety hazard, too hard to get people out in case of fire.
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