R.E,M.for five years consecutively span my world in terms of my consciousness. That's no exaggeration, They were my imaginative life. I drove my love half mad as we fell helplessly in love because I never ever stopped playing them to her. My imaginative debt is incalculable,
i went on a interrail in the symmer of 1986. One of the great imaginative journeys of youth. The time when you mught to all intents and purpises actually be a Scott F. Fitgerald charracter, Paris, Nice Barcelona, Florence, Rome. Geneva Locarno, Munich (where I slept in the station and was woken by police dogs, Stuttgart, Tubingen, Frankfurt and home. An unrepeatable imaginative journey. And all the time dreaming of the arms of Venus de Milo.
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