“A man makes a picture, a moving picture. From the light projected, he can see himself up close.”
Great song — listening to it right now, as I write this. Took the youngest to the Thunderwolves game tonight, which resulted in OT, a broken pane of glass behind the visitors’ net, a shoot out win, and ultimately a late night. I did get some work done once I got home, but my eyes are getting tired and the yawns are coming wave upon wave now, like a big heavy freighter is passing by my shore.
Looks like I’ll be putting in extra time tomorrow.