Forgot to blog this... but couldn't forget this...
As Sharona and I made our way home from Shibuya, we pulled into Ichikawa on the rapid line and I heard a clunk against the train. When the doors opened, everyone peered out and the train remained at the station for a while. We were wondering what was up...
I stuck my head out the door, only to see a man laying on the ground right in front of our carriage. There was a pool of blood on the ground next to the man and someone was already attending to the guy. He'd hit his head against the train as it was pulling in. Sharona also peeked out, but thankfully didn't see what I saw.
Seeing the blood and the poor guy on the ground freaked me out a bit. It's amazing though to see how Japanese people react to this sort of thing. They all just stand around quietly and watch. No one freaks out, and everyone just... watches. It was all a little surreal...
Time for bed. I'm so sick... I hate this. Time for a bit of Nyquil magic...~
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