When the music goes away

Posted On 19 February 2022

There was a time when my life was filled with music. It was just a constant and integrated part of the daily flow. It was part of the texture, what gave the weave its color and flow.

Now when I look around… All I hear is noise.

At some point in the last four years or so, the music just… disappeared. Metaphorically, but also literally. I hear fans, the HVAC, pings from discord and/or slack, various washing machines from the building, neighbors talking, the tv, streams… If there’s music, it’s hiding.

It feels intimidating to bring music back into my life. Indulgent. I worry, who am I to deserve this extravagance, this joy?