I tend to listen to music throughout the day. After waking in the morning, I watch the news on television while drinking coffee. After an hour or so, I flick off the television and crank up my stereo, leaving the music on for the rest of the day and into the early evening. Music is a constant as I drive. I have a boombox at my cabin, and one of my first actions upon arriving is to turn it on. My chosen music is something like a constant, pleasant breeze that accompanies and reassures me. I drift in and out of paying attention to the songs as needed.
Just to see what it felt like, I
purposely turned off my music and tried puttering around the house in
silence—just me and my own thoughts to fill the gaps as I fluttered from one
task to the next. Left unaccompanied, my mind, I soon discovered, wanders off
and pushes rocks off cliffs. It tips over full trash bins and screams at
anything passing by. It runs off to find an anthill to kick.
Apparently, I need music to nudge me
back on track when my mind begins to wander.
My music is playing again.
—Mitchell Hegman
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