It’s 8:59 pm and I’m sitting on the couch in the tv room. I’m not watching tv, I am listening to The Cure. I have it playing on the “upstairs” group so I can hear it as I wander through the rooms. 

It’s the kind of thing I’d dreamed of when I was a kid. The ability to hear music wherever in my home I went without having to wear headphones. 

It’s the most normal thing in the world in smart homes and homes with built-in speaker systems. But when I was a kid the speakers were in one room or you were wearing your headphones. 

It feels like I’m the main character in a cinematic masterpiece with an amazing dark poppy gothic soundtrack. One long shot and it ends with me sitting on the couch, wrists laden in bracelets, swaying to the music, typing into my phone with my two thumbs pecking at the screen like an ill-coordinated baby T-Rex while the black cat rests at my feet.