And now I'm afraid of you, and ever so afraid - of boring you, and more so - of your indifference; and afraid, I suppose, of my sheer lack of tact in having your interests fastened tight - in me. Afraid, I now realize, of myself, unlike what I previously thought. Yes, not you, I'm only afraid I may fail. 

A pest you'll have been, yes, yet while you are ..

Despaired, yet just a fleeting glimpse of melancholy and life in warm embrace - rouses it not hopes of the one final escape from these forsaken depths of existence?

Sigur Rós

Góðan Daginn

That's what is being played over and over and over and over again now!