So I am staying up late, reading Feynman and listening to Guster.
I know that it is twisted, but I have always loved “The Airport Song.” There is something just so wonderfully “off” about it. And I love the guitar part in the intro. I think that I should learn it.
So yeah. Reading QED: The Strange Theory of Light and Matter for the first time since I was a teenager. Ah, popular quantum mechanics. How I love thee.
And now that combination of stimuli has given me a decent idea for a ghost story. Well, kind of a ghost story. I suppose that it is more a story about echoes. And memory. But then again … aren’t most ghost stories about that?