Life in Technicolor
There’s something about listening to an album when each song you hear is better than all the rest. They aren’t all the same. They aren’t even all similar. They’re just beautiful, and you wish each song would go on forever. But they don’t, and eventually there are no more songs left. You realize that will happen as soon as you begin listening, but you can’t let yourself think too much about that. You wouldn’t fully appreciate the songs, because your focus would be on some event in the unknown future. Yes, the album will end eventually, but not while the music is still playing. You can hope there will be another song, but don’t let that pull you away from the one playing now.