I opened one today and found songs from breakup summers, late-night coding binges, and road trips I havent taken in years. They sit there like exhibits: perfect, freeze-framed, and strangely distant, because the feelings that walked in with them left. Maybe we keep ‘random’ playlists because it feels safer than curating which parts of ourselves we still want to carry.
brillant. though all of my random playlists are named thusly because I didn’t want to be boxed in with a genre, mood, or theme