"Before we get started, I'd like you to meet Philip Glass..."
Wish I could be sitting in a classroom to hear that in person, watching Glass walking in to talk about, well, cinema scores, maybe?
I don't know what happened. A while ago, I had this funny panic where I actually uttered. Mouth and brain were in all of a sudden disconnected because the control station, the mind, had been, what, struck by nukes perhaps? EMP, maybe?
Where the frak did that nuke come from? There's no nuke around...
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