Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

I can't remember things like, "Have I showered?" or "Are these my pants?" but I can remember that I bought the soundtrack to METROPOLIS (the Osamu Tezuka one) at a garage sale about 3 years ago, while on my way to the Taste of Champaign, and also bought a book about San Francisco written by a Chinese immigrant.

My brain is made of holes and my heart is made of cotton candy.

benjamin
Off to write about Romania and sound