It’s not a question of gravity, it’s a question of independence

Black coffee, white Maltesers, Go-Betweens on the stereo, tears in my eyes for all kinds of reasons. That’s my Tuesday evening, right there. How’s yours?

Comments

[Thomas]

I have not been able to listen to one of those songs since I heard the news. There was no time to let it sink in, grab a bottle or two of wine, play, say, "That Way" or "You Won't Find It Again" and cry my heart out for Grant and the Go-Betweens and the way I was and the very passing of time itself.

Which is perhaps what you were doing?

Thomas