In my past life, back when I was Japanese, I sometimes think that I must have died in a fire. Needless to say, there have been countless opportunities for such a fiery death in Tokyo over the past century alone.
I suspect as much because, until I was about 10 years old, I was absolutely petrified of flames. And the grown-ups could not pinpoint any particular reason for my oversensitivity, saving the possibility that I overheard too many horrible newscasts related to accidental fires as a child. And it wasn't just fire that set me off, it was anything that signified it: the sound of sirens made me run and hold my ears, and I cried during the fire drills at school when we had to stand outside in lines.
This seems pretty funny to me in retrospect, if only because five or so years later, upon entering high school, there was a brief period before the drugs, alcohol and eating disorders during which I dealt with my problems by setting things on fire. During that time, I couldn't wait for my parents to leave the house so that I could sit in my room and burn things. My 'Beavis' phase lasted until the night I almost set my house on fire. Then, upon the realization that I couldn't control this substance after all, I lost interest.
Fast forward ten years, and my first instinct upon witnessing a burning building in Hamamatsucho last Friday, was to take out my camera. What can I say, snapping pictures provides me with the terrific illusion that I may have some form of control over my environment.
These pictures are not particularly good, as I was just passing by on the way to work and couldn't get close to the scene, but that is not really the point. If you are interested in better pictures, click here.
Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt in this incident.
Also, pictures of people taking pictures:
Who knows, I may not be the only control freak around here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52vcspOpH94
It might not be your style of music, but it does deal with playing with fire.
The few pictures in my past, the ones that had a smile on my face, usually had fire in them. I don't know why. Heating with a wood stove now brings no smile to my face, of course if the fire goes it, I don't smile either.
Posted by: postpaleo | November 14, 2007 at 05:05 PM
Fire accidents and disasters are stressful for children. It is important to educate teens and young children about the dangers of playing with fire, as well as the safety measures to prevent such occurrences from happening.
Posted by: Renay Milman | October 25, 2011 at 11:03 PM
The chopper kinda makes everything and everyone look more serious. For some people, the fear of or the interest in fire stems from deep, traumatic or strong experiences. Maybe it was the same for you, but in any case, it’s important to always be careful with this element.
Posted by: Annalise Johnnie | March 14, 2012 at 04:58 AM
I felt the same way as you did about sirens as a kid. Back then, I was always scared of the sirens from the fire trucks passing by our neighborhood. Then again, we did live in a commercial area, so we encountered them often. Growing up, though, I realized how important they are in warning people of emergencies.
Posted by: Phoebe Clarke | April 19, 2012 at 10:58 PM