The music that you listen to, that fills the quiet space,
is like the soundtrack of your life. Its sound describes the place
exactly where you’re at, and why, and what will happen next.
It’s not a mixtape or a set of songs. It’s more than that:
the foley artists earn their due, painting in sound your steps,
the voices in your head, the creaking joints and bones.
The music isn’t just a backdrop, mis en scene, against which life
unfolds without attachment to the meaning.
The soundtrack of your life plays on. Is it something new?
Is the music just rehashed for a quickly pulled together sequel?
12 NOV 2025
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