Reflections on seeing Phish again and recalling memories of my history as a "phan".
How would you answer the late-night drunken philosopher questions?
100 years ago a boat hit an iceberg. Some lived. Some died. Some got rich off the story of which, the only salient point that burns in my brain is humanity's arrogance.
When considering the cause of the cover song, it's not what you hear, it's who you hear.
Just some circular conversation about stories about stories about stories.