While piecing this block I had a song running in my head. I
know I haven’t heard it in ages. The Bee Gees wrote it the year I was baptized:
“In the event of something happening to me, there is
something I would like you all to see.
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like
on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr.
Jones.
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound. Maybe someone is
digging underground,
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed, thinking
those who once existed must be dead.”
I’ve a feeling my head is filled with stuff like this. Every
song I ever heard, every picture I ever saw, and every story I ever read is
sitting on shelves in there, waiting for my very random filing system to dredge up.
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