You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
(Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd)

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.
(Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun, Pink Floyd)

Вторая картинка за сегодня. Она идет в паре с предыдущей. Лично для меня это метафора творческого процесса. К сожалению инструментов для лоботомии не нашел, так что... чем богаты)).

P.S. Бокал - тоже Louisiana Wolfy.
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