Archive for August 26th, 2004

one of those moments

The busker outside the train station this morning was playing “She Moved Through the Fair” on the flute, and the interior of the station was picking it up and echoing it back *perfectly*. It was *precisely* the effect that expensive pieces of equipment have been developed to simulate, but this was completely natural. Amazing.

PS: Damn, but the wind is cold this morning. From Anarctica With, er, Tough Love. Or something.