My Muxtape

Music is one of those things it’s hard to stay cynical about for long. You can tell yourself it doesn’t matter, that it’s just sound, but then a song lands right and you’re gone—eyes closed, somewhere else. The lyrics, the melody, they shift you into a different headspace where you can think about things that won’t come loose any other way.

So I keep a playlist for this. Nothing precious about it, just whatever fits right now. One track out, another in. It moves because I move, because new things arrive and old ones fade. The strange part is how much this matters—this private collection of songs, nobody else’s voice involved, running through my days. Probably the most important thing I actually control.