February 26, 2008
Heard a Bob Dylan song on my way home from work and it struck me how I didnít have to think that it was Bob Dylan. There was no conscious thought, it just was a fact. Kind of like how after you learn to read you no longer see individual letters, just words. Now, Dylan does have quite a distinctive voice, but it is not as though I am particularly a fan of his or even own a single one of his records.
It was snowing on my way home, rather hard. It was a surprise to me, this snow.