The Introvert Extrovert Spectrum

Every long winter song is a constellation of little sense impressions. Every, every line is another sort of like, here's another event that I don't understand why I thought I was going into it this way. Maybe it'll make sense to other people, but it makes sense to you. And sometimes it produces, as Queen says, a kind of magic. Yeah. Well, and if you just, just a position is like difficult, like, how did you decide to do this versus that? It's just, that's what belonged there. And that's somewhere.