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What is the meaning of life?

Not a Word

One of the most liberating experiences, according to me, is driving alone at night with good music.

In one of the theaters in town, which was located in a rather quiet part of town, Manoj Shyamalan's Lady in the Water was running in theaters well past its sell-by date. Considering the fact that fantasy movies had always had a strange appeal to me, it was not surprising that I decided to go watch this movie.

I got my chance soon enough. In no mood for crowds and desperately craving alone time that night, I decided to catch this movie when a party was being thrown.

A weekday, the theater was quiet and almost empty with me and just a few others.

The details of the movie escape me.

What I do remember was my drive back home along on one of the most dimly lit and loneliest streets I'd ever been on, with Alan Parson's Silence and I playing softly on my car stereo.

We're two of a kind

Silence and I
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind

Silence and I

We'll find a way to work it out.

My only company was Eric Woolfson's quiet voice singing about silence inside the car;

and the silence of the night outside: carefully quiet, and sublimely hopeful.