“We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.”

  At least I think that’s how the lyrics go. Haven’t listened to the song for years now and actively avoid it wherever and whenever it’s foisted upon me. 

  That’s the thing with music these days, you cannot seem to get away from it. “The whole damn world is one big dance party,” I’ve been known to grumble when bombarded continually by pounding over amplified sound. 

  You might say “you’re just getting old,” and you wouldn’t be far off. 

  But it’s more. 

  It’s inescapable. 

  And no, it’s not exactly ‘mind control.’ 

  Just perpetual distraction.

  And I happen to enjoy my own company and my own thoughts, the stillness of a park, the falling of water, the scrounging of squirrels and the twittering of birds. 

  Ok, I am getting old. 

Ahhh, that’s better!

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