Tuesday morning arrives with the alarm you’ve been ignoring for fifteen minutes and somewhere between the first groggy breath and the stumble toward the coffee maker your hand finds your phone with the practiced muscle memory of addiction. The Spotify app is already open because you fell asleep listening to it last night, the screen glowing green in the half-dark of your bedroom, waiting for you to tell it what mood you’re in today, what energy you need, what soundtrack will carry you through the next eight hours of your life. The playlist loads without conscious thought on your part,…
