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I have Laurie Anderson's "My Eyes" going through my brain. Somehow, it jives with my genetic code, and my mind loves to move with it.
Lately, I've been thinking that reality just isn't.
Lately, events in the world suggest to me that wealth wouldn't be real if we stopped believing in it. It's Foucault's Pendulum, it's Wag the Dog.
But, entertainment being the great opiate, I'm off to see Harry Potter with a friend. So my train of thought is at King's Cross station, platform 9 3/4.
Lately, I've been thinking that reality just isn't.
Lately, events in the world suggest to me that wealth wouldn't be real if we stopped believing in it. It's Foucault's Pendulum, it's Wag the Dog.
But, entertainment being the great opiate, I'm off to see Harry Potter with a friend. So my train of thought is at King's Cross station, platform 9 3/4.