Some Like It Hot (I Don’t)

Fuck it’s hot.

I am not a happy camper right now. True, I’ve lived in Japan for about 14 years, I know what to expect when it comes to how hot it gets in the summer — and particularly in August — but come on. Human beings were not meant to live in this kind of environment.

The Earth — or this city — is fucking with us, I know it.

I admit that I am very much weak when it comes to heat, and I try to avoid direct sunlight like the plague — you should have seen me walking my dog this morning, criss-crossing the street to get to any shadowy area. And I was really hoping that by the time I was back in town — following my trip — that it would have started to cool down slightly.

Oh that silly Jean Snow, so naive.

In a continuous effort to impose autumn on my body, I drank my first autumn beer last night, and today I picked up a sleeveless down jacket at Uniqlo — I’d been wanting one for cycling during the fall and winter, and they sold out fast last year. How ridiculous to be walking back home, sweating, while carrying a shopping bag that holds a down jacket.

I’m back home now, and I don’t believe I’ll be going out again. Air con on, jinbei on, time for more cold beer.

By Jean Snow

Production Services Manager at Ubisoft Shanghai. Before that, half a life spent in Tokyo.