Music is the gateway between the rooms in my mind. I've been collectingonto CDs I burn the keys to my Kingdom, and I now wonder if that's wise.I can only be in one mood, and rapid moves between are like programming amachine to "shake me violently"
I am almost done with Kundera's book. It is perhaps the finest novel Ihave read. When I get home, I will likely check IMDBto see if a movie has been made of it, and if so, I will likely Netflixit, and likely complain bitterly about the translation, because that's thekind of person I am.
I like this CD, but in a different way than I liked its predecessors. Odd mood?Changed music taste? Cliche, but perhaps for me they're the same thing.