About a ten-minute walk from Omotesando, one of the liveliest urban districts in the world, there is a cemetery, set apart from the surrounding buildings.
occasionally elderly people walking their dogs, or young guys jogging along the road. But once I went a little deeper into the cemetery, there was no one at all. I stayed in that section for an hour, and I felt something I had never felt anywhere else in Tokyo.
In the foreigner cemetery section, I noticed a gravestone that had been badly broken. When I looked at the name, it read "Alexander Macmillan" and it said that he had died in Tokyo in 1899. He must have been someone who came here during Japan’s modernization, took his chances, and ended up dying here. But now, it seems no one visits him anymore, and he has been forgotten from people’s memories.
hope if you ever get the chance, visit this place alone, carrying nothing but a bottle of water.
by Hecatstrat