Pyxis Vetus
Late evening, almost empty subway, a portable CD player in my hands. I was coming back from a part-time job, exhausted. In my headphones this album. Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe the rhythm of passing lights against the window, maybe the metallic hum of the tunnel aligning with the album’s loops but something clicked. The music didn’t move forward; it revolved, and my attention revolved with it. I kept replaying it! I wasn’t just listening I was inside the cycle.