It’s been a long time since I listened to music while on the train. I think the decision of WHAT I should listen to started to really stress me out so I chose silence, or: people shouting, fighting, my own brainthoughts, other people’s music, etc. But today: G platform: there was a dude singing really loudly and awfully what I can only guess was some sort of Puerto Rican love song. And I remembered that I didn’t have to listen and that I could soundtrack my own life and had one of those really pretentious I am in a movie about my own life right now and natalie portman is playing me moments. Then: Michael Jackson and Jodee Messina and Fleet Foxes escorted me to work. And you know what? I liked it.