A Couple of Things

I dreamt that everyday we played a game: we took turns putting music on that the other had to listen to the end. That would be a forced exposure to otherness, a sort of gym for our brains. The other has to wait for the very next end of the day to repay the favour, or to exact revenge: our patience gym. We’d have twenty-four hours to come up with what music to play: our slow-thinking gym.

Then I thought that films are bullshit because if our daily chores were accompanied by music we’d look good as well even while doing the most menial of things. I’m not so sure if our lives would look much better if they were scripted like films. But they’d would definitely benefit from a wardrobe specialist, make-up artist, and perfect lighting.

Now I must go to find the perfect soundtrack for taking a shit.