The solitary gush of feelings is pouring out on my headphone at the brink of another evening. Blame the guitar The Eagles has been playing for quite some time now. Another guitar is being played in my neighbouring room by a girl of my age. Two distinct chords. Two different fluxes of rhythm. Yet they’re fabricating the web of music together. From the same instrument of different forms.
Life produces unfathomable sounds; credible or deceitful. High-pitched, low-pitched. Belching, yawning. Do you make music out of it? Or, they’re just heaps of noise for you?