Brainwaves

And as sure as eggs is eggs, the first frosty breaths of air have got me nursing a sore throat and swollen glands and cheerleading on the sidelines as my white blood cells rush onto the playing field. Meanwhile, my mind takes refuge in some abstract sound explorations. This one just mesmerizes me. Like having sudden visions of vast nebulae from several angles at once, as inner and outer space imitate one another. And I haven't even gotten into the cold medicine yet.

Robert Schroeder — The Inside Of Feeling