Vera Versus. Unison Minor or playlist... (№ 457182)

I’ve known this playlist by heart for a long time, but still, shielding myself from extraneous conversations and city noise with headphones, I press play. The heartbeat - a minor unison or a dance on the glass of a broken heart started again when I went to work in the morning. I once loved this music with all my heart... It was my native Universe, which has now become an aching scar. There was a time when each of the tracks sounded clear, inspiring and happy meaning to me - now it’s just a musical funnel that pulls me deeper and deeper into depression. Now these songs are not about me. It's not about me anymore. Farewell playlists are special. They taste bitter after parting and plunge you into gray melancholy. The notes express my feelings that are no longer there. Sneakers lead me along autumn avenues to those places where I will never be the same again. Crumpled scraps of a city map, from which it will never be possible to piece together the old picture of the world. I'm lost in plastic memories. Emotionless. No color. No smell. No tastes. Every day I walk along a road 16 songs long. I wander through the ruins of past happiness. And then one day I reached an abyss that had never existed in my destroyed location before. Disconnect.