At volunteering this week, someone was channeling the spirit of Philip Glass, seriously. I went into his room and he was just sitting on the bed chanting numbers. Usually the same one, but occasionally he'd switch it up a little. Not sure what was wrong with him...
(There's an opera by Philip Glass, a modern, minimalist composer, called Einstein on the Beach, and large parts of it pretty much involve people chant-singing numbers over and over.)
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