2007/07/10＊13:50＊Takuro
「The Wimbledon Gentlemen’s Singles Winner looks exactly like Tarantino」
Hello.
Tearing the advertisements off train doors against my better judgement, it’s Takuro.
The tour’s ended and I’m back home. Though I ought to be breathing a sigh of relief and taking a break, I’m lost as to what I should be doing. If I was still on tour, I’d be in the car or in the live house around this time. I don’t have anything to do at the moment.
Getting up and thinking “alright, I guess I’ll do some cleaning“, I realize that a room you don’t use shouldn’t really get dirty either.
I guess I’ll look through the leaflets that piled up in my mailbox again.
If you don’t pay attention to things, you’ll start taking each day for granted. The streets in Japan all look similar, but in Tokyo they’re all different. Above ground and underground, too, it’s brimming with people.
Tired of just listening to music while on the train, as a last resort I start peeling off the advertisements even though I really am a working adult. (And before I get off the train, I put the advertisements back in their place)
