We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

City, Impression, Music

[audio http://k004.kiwi6.com/hotlink/u7etgf9cu2/04_daft_punk_too_long_steam_machine.mp3] Daft Punk – Too Long / Steam Machine