Sometimes silence...

... is necessary.

When work weeks run together because of weekends spent working things start to run together which makes the weeks feel longer and more drawn out which makes even the most battle hardened man feel like a broken record stuck on repeat and never stopping to so much as transition between songs it gets right to the end of the final reprise of the song the part where all of the anticipation you've built up throughout the song is about to be relieved by a strong finish and then bam the song starts over again like when work weeks run together because of weekends spent working things start to run together which makes the weeks feel longer and more drawn out which makes even the most battle hardened man feel like a broken record stuck on repeat and never stopping to so much as transition between songs it gets right to the end of the final reprise of the song the part where all of the anticipation you've built up throughout the song is about to be relieved by a strong finish and then bam the song starts over again like when work weeks run together because of weekends spent working things start to run together which makes the weeks feel longer and more drawn out which makes even the most battle hardened man feel like a broken record stuck on repeat and never stopping to so much as transition between songs it gets right to the end of the final reprise of the song the part where all of the anticipation you've built up throughout the song is about to be relieved by a strong finish and then bam the song starts over again.

As this happens the vinyl is ever so slowly worn down. The sounds fade into grey. There is still sound, there is still music. Until there is no more sound. Until there is no more music. Until there is nothing left to hear but static.