Post on Memory.
I was a youth once. A fan of "Cinema" and lived in a rental apartment. Everyone knows the awkward melodies in their heads. Every time, for a couple of weeks, after leaving the apartment, the brain began to spin "The Last Hero". Until I realized this fact and analyzed it, I did not make a conclusion. The characteristic sound of the closing metal door resembled an accord from a song. And my inner Winamp servily began to spin the chosen track. Day after day...