This is what it's come to

I spend a small but significant part of my life in the back seat of taxis in Singapore. This is often the strangest part of my day. Or the most frustrating, or the funniest or the most disgusting.

Maybe no one wants to read about this. But I feel strangely compelled to write about it.

Or maybe it's just boredom. But I suppose that's how most blogs start.