I find my lack of inner profundity, and embrace it
In a busy, productive day, I pause briefly to note with the sort of chagrin that turns into religious consolation that the true measure of anyone's life is which music seems relevant on a hectic day.
My boom box in my office today accompanies a variety of briefs, e mails and calls with the synthpop band The Buggles.
I do not know why seemingly random lyrics like "living in the plastic age", "video killed the radio star" and "elstree--remember me" resonate for me, but it is not mine to question the Mystic, but instead it is my calling merely to embrace it.
My boom box in my office today accompanies a variety of briefs, e mails and calls with the synthpop band The Buggles.
I do not know why seemingly random lyrics like "living in the plastic age", "video killed the radio star" and "elstree--remember me" resonate for me, but it is not mine to question the Mystic, but instead it is my calling merely to embrace it.