There’s a techno track in my running playlist that makes everything sound like an emergency.
FASTER! MUST GET TO THE GIRL IN TIME. I CAtN DO IT. I MUST DO IT.
Fantasy emergency scenarios actually play in my head. Heroic, desperate, action-adventure stuff.1 This is probably not very good for my nervous system. It’s excellent for my fitness.
How many movies in that genre have I see in my life? I’ve got plenty of material. It’s ridiculus how cluttered up my memory is with this crap. ↩︎