I feel the need to explore, for my own sake if not for anyone else's, this strange obsession which has bound me off and on for well on 13 years now. It has waxed and waned, and I am a different person in many respects from the one who was first struck, but recent events have conspired to raise the specter within me again. The recent milestone achieved by Lloyd Webber's juggernaut reminds me, as well, that this love affair of mine was sparked by something I don't like anymore and have rejected since I was 16 or so.

So why does it still haunt me?
( inside my mind )
PS--Melly or Moco, you'd better have something to say to me about this.