there's something about the line:

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget

a little bit sinister. Vincent happened to be playing on the way back. i was wondering what it'd be like to be a taxi driver but i guess it's different for different people. it could be a little boring, but some drivers definitely have to talk while others i guess, are able to go through the whole day with the radio and occasional phone calls to other people. i wonder where they all disappear to for their breaks?

and i zha hu last night. urgh irritating otherwise i would have been positive my luck was pretty good, but stupid elementary error. and parma drew with sevilla. hooray!