"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Sunday, February 17, 2008
There's a glitch in the Matrix
Some songs just get stuck in your head, for no apparent reason. Or maybe for very apparent reasons.