The party's over. Paper plates in the waste bin. Leftovers for tomorrow's saute. in These titles mean nothing.

Listening to a Woody Allen interview. He just gave advice and I forgot it immediately. But since I’m writing here, I’ll go back and listen again. Ah, here it is. “Don’t think about it.”

Might have been a bit more - “in the end it is a bad deal that we got, and all you can do is to distract yourself”