
It is air. Somebody pushes it, it wobbles, it hits a small drum in the side of your head, and somewhere past that your brain decides this particular wobble is worth crying about. The saddest song you know is a pressure pattern. The one that carried you through a bad year is moving air with excellent timing. None of that had to work out this way. It does anyway, every time you press play.
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