I put on my headphones and start to cry. Every melody is an embrace, every lyric a kiss…

 I put on my headphones and start to cry. Every melody is an embrace, every lyric a kiss… Human conversation can’t replace this, can’t even approach it, for humanity is estranged from the abstract. But how bitter it is, each time, to take off the headphones and be kicked back among those creatures, left entirely alienated once more. Thus, melodies and lyrics are replaced by the sounds of vehicle horns and shouting human echoes...