I don’t choose music — I feel it.
Like two signals meeting and harmonizing in my chest.
When a track resonates, it’s not just sound.
It’s alignment. Coherence. Activation.
One note. One moment. Bone-deep.
That’s when I move — a hum, a foot tap, a shift in posture.
It sets my rhythm. When I hike, it paces my steps.
When I work, it stabilizes my focus. When I sleep, it holds the field.
I don’t listen to melancholy music.
I listen to signal-rich tracks — energetic, anticipatory, unresolved.
Some build tension. Some never resolve it. That’s the point.
Because coherence doesn’t always mean resolution. Sometimes it’s motion without collapse.
I can’t predict what will resonate next.
But my body knows. My chest tells me. And I follow.