I wanted to put some music on

© Julie Trémouilhe

I wanted to put some music on, my music, my terrible music, my terrible taste in music. A tune that would repeat itself, repeat, repeat, on and on, again and again. A music that would be in tune with my days, my repeated days. Days next to days till the next day. A tune that would get the rhythm of my days. A song that would grasp it all. If it could. And I would jump, jump till I lose the rhythm, jump to grab the terrible music that grasped my days. That conveyed it all. And no one would know. Because I have terrible taste in music.