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Oldies playing in another room and it's raining.

I always knew the type of music one chooses says a lot about one's character and mood. But I think the most expressive & accurate reveal of one's deepest truest desires is the type of ambient music one chooses. The background sound that one plays in the hope that the present mood will be transformed.

It's a sunny late Spring morning. Outside birds are chirping furiously on the trees. I am in a vicious mood after a long night of being woken up a hundred time by the sounds of the person next to me in their fucking deep sleep, sore from head to toe from running & being generally an unfit shit. I sit down to work & I choose this as my ambient sound: Oldies playing in another room and it's raining.

It makes me laugh inside, a bitter sad although not-giving-a-single-fuck kind of laugh when I realize in a world that couldn't possibly be more connected, modern, intertwined & accessible, someone makes a 3 hour playlist to imagine they are in a house on a rainy night, the lights are dimmed & they are not alone, someone in another room is playing romantic oldies.

Says a lot about one's state of mind.

Oldies playing in another room and it's raining.

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