Bach

On that note.

A weekend workout at the gym with the iPod spilling out Bach at full blast is really refreshing. Classical music or lyric-less music has a way of drowning everything out, filling the void with just enough to keep you going. I find that the older I get the more inundated I've become by words, especially words spoken without meaning; not quite lies but not much veracity either. And it seems this inundation infects my way of living too, to the point where my own words seem to lack meaning; Affectation. Of late, it has become so difficult to square the record that I rather drown everything out, even that soft prompting within.