I was sitting on a borrowed bicycle in Kyoto, waiting for the light to change, when a strange man came up to me. Without word, he handed me a slip of paper and walked away. The paper was the size of a fortune cookie fortune. I opened it to reveal the message, "Most Japanese resist Logos." Beneath the word 'logos" he'd written, 人生 , or life.
I didn't think much about it, until I found this seemingly indestructable piece of paper in my pant's pocket, AFTER I'd washed them... Whoa!
On the turntable: Garden State Soundtrack
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