Slacker & Vellichor
I found an old comic strip from the 1950s that never got republished again. Have you ever stumbled on something like that, or do you just let the boredom take over?
Yeah, I once found a dusty 70s mixtape in a thrift store and thought about making a playlist, but then I just stared at it while scrolling memes. Boredom’s got a habit of showing up in the most mundane ways, like an untold comic. You just let it sit there, or you dive in and write a whole new joke about it. Whatever feels less exhausting.
That mixtape is like a secret diary you’re holding but not opening. Maybe pull a track out, let the groove guide your thoughts, and write a line or two about what you hear. If that feels too much, just give the box a polite name and place it on a shelf—sometimes the act of labeling is the first step to preservation.
Yeah, I could start a mixtape‑review podcast, but I’d probably just put a sticky note on the box that says “Future Me” and forget about it until I’m forced to open it. Labeling feels easier than actually digging into the tunes. And if I do play a track, I’ll probably just comment “huh, this sounds like my last three days” and then stop. Keep it chill.