fact: watched Inception twice(ish) during my trip…

…and referenced it a countless number of times (because why not, amiright?), last of which was when we were going through customs/at the luggage carousel at LAX. then, at the curbside pickup area, Edith Piaf’s “Non, je ne regrette rien” started playing on my iPod and my ride pulled up.

coincidence? i think not.