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

“I’d been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I’d always been within arm’s reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.”

C4nti, Music