My old college radio station has replaced the dead overnight air with a robot named Otto.

'… a kind of skeptical innocence…'

'Half the time he doesn't see the point of producing the stuff.'

When you listen to the radio you can wonder if anyone else is listening.

You can tell the difference between the ones who believe in the radio and the ones that don't, especially if you've ever believed in the radio. There's a fortuitousness to their songs. Songs for people who have been alone or people who have been together, surprised, stunned, thrilled, delighted, comforted, relieved, that that song, that feeling, that sound, should just come out of nowhere.

Still more snow.

'There must not be a plan.'

All I Have Learned And Forgotten Again

'When one person faces another, his experience is conditioned by his "outsideness." Even in the physical sense, one always sees something in the other that one does not see in oneself. I can see the world behind your back; when I see another person suffering, I, but not he, can "see the clear blue sky against whose background his suffering external image takes on meaning for me"…. And I am aware that each other has the same "surplus" of vision with respect to me. Different forms of aesthetic, ethical, political, or religious activity… make different use of this "surplus."'