Category: Culture

The stuff that makes life worth liv­ing.

i real­ized as i went through my col­lec­tion of mp3s and delet­ed 853mb of them that i have very few of what might be termed ‘love songs’ on my com­put­er. most of the few that i had were sub­se­quent­ly delet­ed. what does this mean? does it reflect an inher­ent lack of love with­in myself, or per­haps an alien­ation there­of? is my musi­cal taste a sig­ni­fi­er of a brood­ing sense and dark­ling humour? nah, i just think they are sap­py.

*inten­tion­al­ly runs into a wall*