Text: Mugur Grosu
There are those nagging, fly-like tunes that keep playing in your head, no matter how hard you tried to cast them away, they come back, time and again, and there’s no flyswatter to help you. The phrase in the title comes from the same place, it keeps coming back periodically, like a fly, and it keeps on troubling me, I can’t find the flyswatter. It started a few years back when, while cleaning up a box full of floppy disks and other digital antiquities, I came across a CD I could not place, only saying, in black marker, ZEUS.