Remember, maybe ten or fifteen years ago, how you would pull up on the drive at home. Tired from maybe spending a late night with your girl. But you could not take the keys out of the ignition just yet – you could not leave the car without hearing the song on the tape finish. You would sit there in the car on the drive for a few minutes under the streetlamp outside your house and hear it out.

These days you pull up on the drive at home and whip the keys out no matter what song is playing. What changed? Did the effect music has on you get shallower? Or has life become a series of moments bumping into one another? Are you so eager to get to the next mundane moment in your life?

What is wrong with this one?