For many years, I was one of the biggest fans Moby had.  Everything is Wrong was one of my favorite albums. I listened to it on a never-ending loop, and ,then, I stopped. 

One day I stopped listening to all of his albums. I didn't suddenly dislike him.  I just stopped listening.  That is a shame becasue apparently all of the fervor I had dissapated.  It faded and floated away. 

I discovered this when I putEverything Is Wrong  on again last week.  I expected to be caught up in the beauty that I remembered,but I was stunned to discover that I found the music trite and naive.  I found it hollow like the poetry I wrote in ninth grade.

You can go home again.  You'll just hate the wallpaper.