This is what I’m going to be listening to on my commute home from work in a few minutes. When you see me on the 4/5 train, this is what I’m listening to. When you see me taking candid photos with my iPhone of bulldogs being walked down the street, this is what I’m listening to. Helping that poor old lady with the broken walker cross Metropolitan Avenue? I’m listening to this. Sniffing flowers at the market? This. When you see me walking at an expeditious pace back to my apartment so that I can jot down on paper the jumbled up knot of emotions I felt as I entered a state of whimsy when my hand accidentally brushed against that of the cute girl behind me in line at the grocery store, this is what I’m listening to. I’m listening to Glassjaw’s “You Think You’re John Fucking Lennon.” On repeat. The entire way home. Because this song fucking DESTROYS.