Isn't it funny how the passage of time can change our perspective on things? Visiting an old place, reading a book, seeing a movie, listening to a song. We can take away something completely different every time we allow them to pour through us, as the changes in ourselves changes the filters we apply to them.
Once upon a time, I felt a bit more Marvin. Now, I'm feeling a bit more Arthur Dent. I just hope the Earth doesn't have to blow up for me to find Trillian again.
Anyway…