Sure, I knew lots of people who at one time had owned a futon, friends who had gone through minimalist phases, or people whose parents had separated and the best they could do was buy a futon and stick it in a corner of their father’s one bedroom bachelor pad downtown. But most people’s dalliances with futons lasted no more than a week, maybe a month or so until their backs gave out and they quickly abandoned the dream of living in a three tatami mat room in Tokyo, living on vegetable tempura, udon noodles and Sake.
Everything seems easy and idealistic until you have to sleep on something, or somewhere, or with someone.