There is Dylan playing somewhere in my head, and some things feel crushed:

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,

Vanished from my hand,

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

(Tambourine Man)

Have you ever listened to Dylan? Actually heard the visions of what could have been move by you? Probably not, not many people like to listen.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,

Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Sometimes, the closed world of the bit and baud seems to be the only reality that matters and somewhere it cajoles you into believing in a certain brotherhood of those who seem to understand it. And then again sometimes not.

And do you listen to Simon and Garfunkel?

When you're down and out, When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part, when darkness comes
and pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

(Bridge over Troubled Waters)