Some things in life you can't understand. One of them happened to me last week.
I was crossing the Chunnel, listening to the 59th Street Bridge Song, and I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that I need to have Art Garfunkel's solo album. I am positive that this album has all the answers to any problem in my life, but I can't name a singe track on it. If there was a record store deep below the earth that you could access by riding in a bus that was loaded on a train halfway between England and France, then I would already own every track that Art ever recorded, but as it is, I'll have to wait to find out what Art's wisdom entails.
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