“…… Our thoughts strayed constantly without boundary, the ring of the division bell had begun”

As I listen to the serene sound of Gilmour’s slide guitar in the solitary confines of my room, I’m flush with images, sounds and thoughts of the recent past. They zip past in a random fashion, making perfect sense – and I’m caught in a time warp.
Only a song like High Hopes could have done this to me – help me vent and purge with spontaneity. There’s some sublime music in this world which is a cut above the rest – and the secret to listening to such music is that you’ve got to do it very rarely. At those times when you just know you’ve got to do it. When you’ve been through a phase of paradox, of irony, of chaos, of happiness and sadness that seem to oscillate with consummate ease, and when the thin line between opposites becomes obscure, and when you choose to reflect. And smile. And cringe. And alternate between the two involuntarily. And think of what might have happened. Of the girl who you could have gone out with. And the time you spent thinking about her. And a freakish car crash. And the running around that followed it. Of the tons of traveling that you did. And the laughter and happiness that happened during these travels. The beaches, the casinos, the neon,the skyscrapers, Scuderia Ferrari, the concerts, the hikes, the long drives,new friends and all that. Of the times when you met your best friend after a year, and told him about all this. And how hurtling yourself down in gravity can fill you with pristine euphoria. Of the longing to go home.Of moving on. And SO MUCH !

And the decisions that you’ve made. And the ones that you are gonna make. Research. Job. Money. Women. Career. Passions. Life. Etc. Etcetera is such an elegant expression. All encompassing. And about where you are headed. And where the people around you are headed as well. And you wonder…

“…The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder….”