Beginning of year five and no end in sight. I've posted this here on the anniversary for a couple of years now. I hope that this is the last time: Radiohead's "Like Spinning Plates".

While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates. I'm living in cloud cuckoo land. And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river.