A voice on the radio told me there was "a starman waiting in the sky," who would "like to come and meet us," but "he thinks he'd blow our minds". It wasn't David, but the lady borrowing his words and melody still warmed my heart as I drove downhill this morning.
The Trial, by Franz Kafka, is one of the best books ever written. It starts with questions and it leaves you without answers. It fails to define the clear boundaries between fiction and reality, and it leaves you utterly and purposely confused. As life does.