I am sitting in the Kolding Caffe and listening to songs of my youth. Someone must have put the most popular among them on a single compact disk. And I hate them all, including those I kind of liked when I was in my late teens and early twenties. I cannot but wonder why. Most people would be enchanted by songs of their youth, I suppose. The only thing that comes to my mind is that most people would think of their youth as the best time of their lives. This is not the case with me. There is no nostalgia in my heart. None whatsoever. The past has no grip on me. The best time of my life is now, and it has always been so. Luckily for me, I guess. Except for songs of my youth that I must endure as I am sipping my drink. Well, except for the most popular songs of today, as well.