There are so many love songs.

And there are more being written.

Ones that are broad enough for anyone to relate, ones that are quite specific in its story or setting but still captivating. Ones that uplift, ones that put you right back on the back seat of your memory train, ones that It's the first topic that made me think of the sheer complexity of things. There can be infinite number of scenarios, infinite number of settings with infinite personalities with infinite variations. "You met me at a very strange time of my life." That used to trouble me a lot. There's no one advice to be given, there's no one answer. I wasn't a science man, but the sheer mammoth of love would have been daunting to any humanities man, too.

It doesn't any more, though.


No man is an island, all man is an island.



Mothagesso.