Flying over Africa

I prefer strong feelings. The ones that turn our head around. The ones we feel deep-deep inside. The ones that fill our chest, that catch our breath, that paralyze us, that push us forward or oblige us to sit down. I prefer them. Even the bad ones. Even they are better than constant neutrality, that just makes us wish for the day to simply pass and not to care about the next one.

Composer John Barry died today.