Life is one long struggle to disinter oneself, to keep one's head above the accumulations, the ever deepening layers of objects. . . which attempt to cover one over, steadily, almost irresistibly, like falling snow.
I listen to my iPod as I walk on. If I'm winning I'll listen to the same song, that's like a good luck thing - usually The Black Eyed Peas' Let's Get It Started.