Had enough of trains and funerals and more trains and a woman talking incessantly throughout the journey back to Brussels (" and it's like ... and I say like ... and like ... like, you know ..."). On and on and on. I noticed that by the end of the journey everyone in her vicinity was wearing earphones. There are times when only an iPod will do.
Still, a space in the day to read Graham Foust's new volume 'Necessary Stranger' with Miles Davis' 'Jack Johnson' sessions like, you know, playing, like blotting out the, like, drivel ...
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