Just got off a late-night shift and finally had a chance to kick back. It’s weird how some nights hit different — not because of what happened, but because of what you decide to play.
Threw on some early Tame Impala (you know, the messy psych-rock kind before things got clean and synthy), cracked the window open, let the cold air drift in. Sat back with my ARMOUR G loaded with a honey mango ice — something about that combo hits like a lucid dream. The bass fuzz, the vapor cool — felt like I was floating outside my own apartment for a sec.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but there’s a strange kind of therapy in letting flavor and sound blur together. Like your own personal FM radio station, but it’s just you and your lungs.
Anyway. That’s the vibe tonight.