You are only coming through in waves . . . .

If it weren’t for Pink Floyd, perhaps we’d have a much harder time imagining what it’s like to be someone else.

Things occur and are forgotten, unless like good little children we leave bread crumbs along the trail.

So this is a collection of crumbs, or maybe morsels, depending on your tastes.


In any case, food for thought about the psychology of being uniquely somebody
(just like everybody else) 😉


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