Half an hour was about what it took me to write it. Strange symmetry.

I started with the title as I was listening to old records. But then it just went south with those privileged scientists. It was always fascinating to me how being unsatisfied is a constant in human life. My imagination often takes me to the iron age or the thirty years war or Aleppo at its worst and I then can't help feeling pretty good about my own life. But I seldom meet the same sentiment in others. Trying to comfort people by saying it was much worse in 1944 when they complain about the fact that they have to sell one of their cars, that their tits are getting saggy and their hair is getting thinner or that their couple's counselling not is going the way they expected, is never really appreciated.

So I am on the side of that humble banjo man even though he forget to wash his underwear.