"Well we know were we're going but we don't know where we've been...." -- Talking Heads, 'Road To Nowhere'

That Day Burns night then. This year we toasted Robbie over real mash potato after a few years of the convenience varieties. It really does taste fluffier and less powdery. I've had an odd day other than that, not because of anything in particular which has happened but it just felt as though my interface with the world has a kink in it. Perhaps I just need to get a proper night's sleep. Listening to Talking Heads' Road To Nowhere might well set me straight.

4 Minutes and 21 seconds later...


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