Scroop and I had a discussion that involved Bonnie Tyler's 80s hit Total Eclipse of the Heart. Since that time 4 days ago I have had that FUCKING song running stunt circles on its motorbike, inside the confined cage of my skull. The deafening roar dulls my other senses, and I just can't stop the plaintative whisper "turn around briiiiight eeeyes!" repeating like a broken MP3.

I think it's because the song doesn't ever end. Next time you have it playing in WinAmp or iTunes or whatever, or perhaps while you are watching the Video Hits clip in Media Player, keep an eye out for this. It was a very distinctive part of many 80s songs (Hangin' Tough by New Kids, for example.) After the incredibly intense climax, where the performer stands above the camera with fists clenched looking incredibly emotional towards the sky, with some unexplainable bright light directly behind them transforming their [fe]mullet into a stunning halo, the song naturally winds down to a simple piano tinkling over the singer's whispered spent passion. The singer slowly looks down at her fists before clutching them to her chest. At this moment take a glance at the progress bar - you'll notice the song is yet half way through... a false ending, if you will, that then proceeds to build up to another climax.

This is the problem. In the stormy depths of my mind a thin layer of conciousness floats directly on top of my subconcious like a rainbow-coloured oil-slick. It is here the song is trapped, looping indefinitely, and I have no direct control over its movements - the general process would involve my subconciousness pushing up another song after the completion of the current one, you see, which is often a happy arrangement. But every time it seems the song comes to an end, my subconciousness seems to mistake the ending for the false ending that comes halfway through the song, and pushes up the second climax!

Yes, this rant is a jumbled maelstrom. It is a reflection of my tumultuous mental state.