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In spite of the fact that I spent my entire day in front of a screen that changed constantly between three windows, and despite the fact that my routine of physical activity consisted in me opening album cases, leaning to my left, and pushing a button, today was one of the most productive days I have seen in months.

For my music library at the very least.

Ever since I started compulsively obtaining albums as a teenager, I have had a massive amount of trouble adding the things I acquire to my music library. The reason is simple: Encoding a single album or a number as vast as three can take only a couple of minutes, but once that number reaches double digits and gets to triple digits eventually, you are in for a lot of trouble. Being an audiophile does little to help me as I am careful to encode my files in such a way that makes them light enough to be easily transferable and of high enough quality to be listeneable.

For the longest part of my life I have been bored to dead as far as the looks of society go: A series of mindless and starved individuals absorbing everything they see. Be it an odd or an incredibly boring fashion style that has come from some place for some reason, the masses are excellent at making every little change something stale and repetitive. Probably the saddest part is that the numbers in which some styles are reproduced make them popular enough to preserve themselves as they originally were for a long time… usually until said vistas get to meet their descendants and their imitations — then they all gather in a gargantuan party of despicable equality.

I have always admired those individuals who live within relatively small sub cultures for their hatred for normality and their dedication in the ways they look depending on the situation and purpose of their activities. The problem with the way the masses look is not so much that they fill their minds with defecation, but that the standards by which styles evolve are severely influenced by a vast amount of people with a concept of modernism similar to that of a group of nuns reeking of eggnog and cookies: Matching colours for seasons, curves to balance body shapes, and products to make people look as exciting as a concrete wall after it dries up.