Music is the gateway between the rooms in my mind. I've been collecting onto CDs I burn the keys to my Kingdom, and I now wonder if that's wise. I can only be in one mood, and rapid moves between are like programming a machine to "shake me violently" iguana or cat? worst fear. I maybe should group my mood. Do I want to intensify my moods? I don't know. The new Firewater CD I'm listening to now offers me a glimps into a strange room in my house that I almost never see, or let myself see, more likely, "in the wild". It is the ever twisting gears and tranquil pink nerve gas of Insanity. The musical usher is "Too many Angels".

I am almost done with Kundera's book. It is perhaps the finest novel I have read. When I get home, I will likely check IMDB to see if a movie has been made of it, and if so, I will likely Netflix it, and likely complain bitterly about the translation, because that's the kind of person I am.

I like this CD, but in a different way than I liked its predecessors. Odd mood? Changed music taste? Cliche, but perhaps for me they're the same thing.