Rifts

I have this song stuck in my head from this morning - it's by The Killers and is the last song on the Sam's Town album, as well as the last song they play in concert. If we ever find ourselves in long conversations, you'll hear references to song lyrics and the like - but I'm not necessarily a music fanatic. I like what I like, and I love live music of most any kind (it's good for a Pisces' soul). I like quiet when I'm home - most of the time when I'm alone I don't have anything on, just so I can feel the solitude of the place. But when I'm out and about I love to have my headphones in and replace the monotony of the city with the melodies and musings of those much more eloquent than I. Maybe I look self absorbed, hiding in my own head, unconcerned with others and oblivious to my surroundings. Let them think it. The rhythm in my ears dictates the sight of their movements - so we're both thinking in mistaken terms, and equal in our misconceptions. And, for a change, it is not a violent prejudice that lasts - but one that is shrugged off by simply crossing the street and continuing across rifts, of the guitar variety, of course.