When I go to the bathroom late at night, I turn all of the visible lights off. The only light remaining is the small red LED on my headphones. I pretend I'm somewhere else, and I reflect. There is no whir of harddrive churning, of blades spinning, of air conditioner humming. There is only the faint echo in my ear of whichever vain ballad I'm ascribing to, and the not-so-faint echo of the various thoughts in my head. It is nice. I feel at ease.

Winamp randomed from Big Man with a Gun to the acoustic version of the Fragile

and I realized

Trent Reznor is a genius.

I also realized it was the first time I was able to count that pause and land correctly when the piano came back in. In the complete silence in the bathroom.

And upon realizing all of this

I also realized

It randomed from Big Man with a Gun to the acoustic version of the Fragile.

And my head exploded.

Does the problem really lie with me? Or is it society?

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