March 31, 2017
Again, nothing unusual. It’s a crisp morning. As I look around, earbuds fill my vision. Strangers walk pass listening to what? I have no clue. But doesn’t it strike you as odd that we don’t like to be talked to? No? Maybe it’s because we’re preparing ourselves for the onslaught of demands and rude verbiage that’ll easily pass through rotten lips like a worm through an apple. They eat us from the inside out and music, noise is our only defense.