"Trey’s tale of the storage space reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about since it was assigned reading in college – Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. It’s the one in which the prisoners in the cave perceive the shadows on the wall to be more real than the people casting them. The couch tourist is similarly bound, deprived of a full range of senses – only instead of shadows I perceived musical phrases and sounds. Listening became my primary focus, the music my only reality."

Epic analogy, high quality prose. Thanks!