Marijuana

Had Marijuana by Kitty on repeat this morning. New York groove, entirely unbothered—just a track that sits there making everything feel easier. No hooks, no announcement, nothing trying to grab you. It’s a song that knows what it is and doesn’t care if you’re listening.

While the rest of the world was caught up in World Cup matches or whatever else was supposed to matter that week, this thing just existed. Unimpressed, simple, asking for nothing. No agenda, no angle. The kind of track that makes you forget you were supposed to be somewhere else.

You know these songs. They don’t make you feel bad. They don’t promise anything. They just let you sit for a few minutes without the noise. Play it twice and nothing goes wrong. That’s all it needs to be.

This is the kind of thing that makes you understand why people want summer to never end. Not because of what it offers, but because of what it refuses to do—it doesn’t try. It’s just there, easy and unearned.