It’s April 5th, 2024, a rainy morning awaits outside my window. As I drag myself out of bed for the last day before the weekend, I must admit, I’m feeling sluggish. I’m practically sleepwalking through classes and meetings until I sit down to write. Why is there nothing in my brain? I pop in my AirPods, both of them even though the right one is useless, I do it mostly for the vibes or the hope I won’t be interrupted by people passing by my table. With one slight sound of a guitar, joy and a bit of sadness begin to paint my face as Lizzy McAlpine’s “To the Mountains” plays. This is what I will write about. Today is no ordinary day for my sad boy music taste. It is the day that my favorite musician has released a brand new album, however I won’t listen to that for another few hours. I must wait for when I can go back to the solitude of my Lazy Boy chair and my Beats in the dark of my bedroom. For now I’ll settle with one of McAlpine's older tunes, a melancholy about finding sol
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