I have less than a $1000 in my bank account. I sat on my couch scrolling LinkedIn for jobs that require you to do 50 fucking things all listed in bullet points for $20/40 hours a week. After scrolling for an hour and biting my fingernails, I said “fuck it,” went upstairs, lit a great smelling candle, and wrote a fucking bop. A bop that would sync so well. Just needs proper production. I turned my anxiety into song. The world keeps turning and the sun shall rise tomorrow. musicians of threads