What Song Are You Listening To, Right Now?

The day started with a coffee spill on my favorite shirt, the one with the faded band logo that’s been through more breakups than I have. I laughed it off, but the stain looked like a Rorschach test of my life’s regrets. Work was a blur of emails and forced smiles, the kind you paste on when your boss asks how you’re doing, and you say “fine” but mean “I’m counting the seconds until I can leave.”

By evening, I was slumped on the couch, scrolling through old photos on my phone—me and friends I haven’t called in years, grinning like we’d never drift apart. The laughter in those pictures felt like a foreign language. I tried to shake it off, cracked a beer, and made a half-hearted joke to my cat about how he’s the only one who gets me. He blinked, unimpressed, and I swear he sighed.

Flipping through radio stations, I landed on something familiar—those opening guitar notes, soft and haunting, like a memory you can’t quite place. Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” started playing, and I didn’t change the station. The melody wrapped around me like an old blanket, warm but heavy with dust. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let the song carry me somewhere between longing and letting go, wondering who I was missing most—someone else, or just myself.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjpF8ukSrvk
 
Damocles said:
The day started with a coffee spill on my favorite shirt, the one with the faded band logo that’s been through more breakups than I have. I laughed it off, but the stain looked like a Rorschach test of my life’s regrets. Work was a blur of emails and forced smiles, the kind you paste on when your boss asks how you’re doing, and you say “fine” but mean “I’m counting the seconds until I can leave.”

By evening, I was slumped on the couch, scrolling through old photos on my phone—me and friends I haven’t called in years, grinning like we’d never drift apart. The laughter in those pictures felt like a foreign language. I tried to shake it off, cracked a beer, and made a half-hearted joke to my cat about how he’s the only one who gets me. He blinked, unimpressed, and I swear he sighed.

Flipping through radio stations, I landed on something familiar—those opening guitar notes, soft and haunting, like a memory you can’t quite place. Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” started playing, and I didn’t change the station. The melody wrapped around me like an old blanket, warm but heavy with dust. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let the song carry me somewhere between longing and letting go, wondering who I was missing most—someone else, or just myself.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjpF8ukSrvk
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You trying for a gig at Rolling Stone or something?
 
Damocles said:
The day started with a coffee spill on my favorite shirt, the one with the faded band logo that’s been through more breakups than I have. I laughed it off, but the stain looked like a Rorschach test of my life’s regrets. Work was a blur of emails and forced smiles, the kind you paste on when your boss asks how you’re doing, and you say “fine” but mean “I’m counting the seconds until I can leave.”

By evening, I was slumped on the couch, scrolling through old photos on my phone—me and friends I haven’t called in years, grinning like we’d never drift apart. The laughter in those pictures felt like a foreign language. I tried to shake it off, cracked a beer, and made a half-hearted joke to my cat about how he’s the only one who gets me. He blinked, unimpressed, and I swear he sighed.

Flipping through radio stations, I landed on something familiar—those opening guitar notes, soft and haunting, like a memory you can’t quite place. Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” started playing, and I didn’t change the station. The melody wrapped around me like an old blanket, warm but heavy with dust. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let the song carry me somewhere between longing and letting go, wondering who I was missing most—someone else, or just myself.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjpF8ukSrvk
Click to expand...
After loading tile today in 105 degrees with no shade, because the wife wants to remuddle the bathrooms, then having to take her on a perfunctory trip to Dutch Brothers for some drink I can't remember the name of like Insane Cat Lizard tea or something, this came on and took me away from the present for minute or three. It was all something like this...

 
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