The Tublist

I love discussing bucketlists. Some physically write them out but I would guess that most have them stored away in a corner of their consciousness, reminded of said when the opportunities present & trigger the desire of memory. I wonder how many actually complete every item on their lists. I can't entertain the idea of being without goals, personally. In fact, I add them like a maniac.

During one such discussion it was decided that at the rate I add items to my own list I would need at the very least a bathtub to contain them all, and thus was born the tublist.

The beauty of the tublist is in that I don't care that I may never achieve everything on it - to attempt an unfinishable/unachievable goal is something that tickles my spirit on all corners.

I liken it to that of humankind's eternal quest to unlock the secrets of the universe: a goal that we will probably never realize, yet we persevere just the same, with this knowledge in hand.

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I've been fixated on this song (again) lately:

Fleetwood Mac - Dreams

I could go on & on about this track. It has my absolute favourite bass sound of any song; warm, comforting, driving. Vocals are amazing. Lyrics Pure Awesome.

I've loved it since I was a child. It truly does transport me through time, into the recesses of memory, or maybe through the tangle of other nearby dimensions.

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