Thoughts.

I found a copy of this play. It seems to be called Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. And Guildenstern sounds a bit like me, honestly. ... "I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns." I feel that way sometimes about things. Things that don't exist outside of stories, but...

Have you ever come across a song - or a band - and just known a friend of yours would like it, even though you know there's absolutely no possibility they've ever heard of it before?