The Tuneless, Rhythm-less Beauty
I was walking through Portsmouth, New Hampshire the other day and found my attention captivated by some tune. It was so bad I couldn't help but look. And when I glanced over, I saw a guy slaming his fingers against [what I can only assume random] keys on a keyboard, and a girl to his right dancing with absolutely no rhythm. No one was watching. But I think that’s why it left a lasting impression. What a strange and beautiful life.