We were running through Tokyo yesterday. We started at Shibuya crossing where you can run through hundreds of people and then we went up the Aoyama Dori, the blue (ao) or green mountain (yama) street (dori) as in Japanese ao can mean blue or green, up to the Meiji Jingu Stadium where Haruki Murakami used to run before he started doing triathlon. As you cannot run through thousands of Japanese on the pavement, you start running on the streets. That means running against the taxis and running against the single speed fix gear bicycles the Japanese love so much. And running never means jogging. No work out, just work. Every run is like the last one. And running in the October evening light in Tokyo means also running against melancholy, against the past, against the fading shared memories, against forgetting, against fear, against any possible obstacle, against endings, it is running for all coming beginnings.