@ Home

Unlike probably everyone else, going home is not so special for me. Nothing in it, but just the tiring journey (only 8 hours... still). Seems loneliness has gotten me... almost. Don't fancy company anymore. Weird... Eh?

Lots of work to do. Lots.

Coming back to life!

Floyd fascinated me - always, from the moment I heard them. It's just not that wonderful electric guitar chymes, it's much more. I often wonder what is it that makes a great musician? Is it the lyrics, the voice, the rhyme, the music or perhaps it's all of them... For me, what matters is the instant contact a song makes when I hear it.

And so, "Coming back to life" to say would be the best phrase to describe this post! I guess it will take few more outlandish thoughts for me to be there.