The Same Little Tune
A passage from Grant Morrison’s The Invisibles, Volume #1: Say You Want A Revolution, has been stuck in my head for the last couple of days:
"Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of the oceans and the turning of the stars.
Whole universes fit in there!
But what do we chose to keep in this miraculous little cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over.
The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are."