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Originally published February 25, 2014, on Tumblr.

“Too bad. And Mozart, not long after writing The Magic Flute, had died–in his thirties–of kidney disease. And had been buried in an unmarked pauper’s grave.

Thinking this, he wondered if Mozart had any intuition that the future did not exist, that he had already used up his little time. Maybe I have too, Rick thought as he watched the rehearsal move along. This rehearsal will end, the performance will end, the singers will die, eventually the last score of the music will be destroyed in one way or another; finally the name “Mozart” will vanish, the dust will have won. If not on this planet then another. We can evade it awhile. As the andys can evade me and exist a finite stretch longer. But I will get them or some other bounty hunter gets them. In a way, he realized, I’m part of the form-destroying process of entropy.”

― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

 

Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

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