The World Is No Longer A Romantic

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.

I Was Shocked At College To See One Hundred Of My Classmates In The Library All Reading Copies Of The Same Book. Instead Of Doing As They Did, I Went Into The Stacks And Read The First Book Written By An Author Whose Name Began With Z. I Received The Highest Grade In The Class. That Convinced Me That The Institution Was Not Being Run Correctly. I Left.

Until I Die There Will Be Sounds. And They Will Continue Following My Death. One Need Not Fear About The Future Of Music.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.