There’s nothing that comforts or “soothes” me quite like
listening to a song I enjoy until each of the beats feels like the hair on my
arms. I’ve previously spoken about my
music and sound traditions in the
context of my daily commute. These are three songs (and a mix) I love and you
might too.
I'm on Tinder. I've been passively swiping since, maybe, Feb. Just for something to do in the hours when idlozi of self-sabotage is flexing strong within me. I mean, why be writing Awhen I can just lie in bed and scroll after work. What output is better than swiping left while listening to my sister's stories/gasping at Uzalo or whatever I'm doing in the evening? Productivity is not my moral obligation.
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