But these piles of CDs around me aren't there because I'm looking for a ticket to Willy Wonka's. I'm not seeking a truth, I'm collecting them. Shinkansen isn't exactly Sarah. These pairs find each other, I think. Songs like Cody's are lifelines, incursions of simple charm into the gloom of ominous significance, reminders that blocking out every distraction other than these perfect four minutes isn't the goal.
Distractions are productive.
The most remarkable thing, perhaps, is that pop songs can do both, reassure and excite, arrest and encourage. Or maybe that isn't remarkable at all. I haven't discovered yet, and Dark Eyes would be the first glimmering hint, probably only understood in retrospect, that everything I know is about to change.