Empty Cage

I don’t think anything makes me smile as much as tacky Beatles music. Normally I’m a fan of the brooding psychedelic stuff that other people avoid like the plague. Think Revolution 9, Beatles fans, and you have it. But sometimes I want to listen to pure unbridled fluff. Lady Madonna, All you need is love, and Hey Jude. Something that is so cotton candy sickly sweet that I’m half embarrassed to listen to it, should someone notice.

I think sometimes this can even filter into how I want people to see me. I have this reputation for being very serious all the time, but sometimes I want to be fluff.