This morning, when I jumped upon my trusty iron steed and hurtled down (unfeasibly-narrow-yet-choked-with-traffic) Higashioji Street, dodging all the Kyoto University students cycling mad-cap the other way, narrowly escaping death under the wheels of crazed bus drivers, being run off the road by (they-think-they-own-the-road-they-do) taxi-drivers, somehow avoiding the drunken hosts and hostesses coming out of their respective all-night (give-me-some-money-and-I’ll-pretend-to-like-you) clubs down by Yasaka Shrine and once again powering up that final hill to work, THIS was what was playing on my mental jukebox:
(A mental jukebox being the music you hear in your head when you don’t own an I-Pod. Mine is very often on repeat mode… Somebody buy me an I-Pod!)
I have an iPod, in my MIND!