Chapter 13
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It isn’t easy to brood properly when you have no windows. Believe me, I’ve tried. Back when I had a real apartment like a normal person, I used to stare out my window at the street while I listened to music. I listened to fairly normal music back then too, stuff I found on Pandora mostly. Every once in a long while, I would break out my old punk albums in a sad act of nostalgia. But the basic principle remained the same: put on some music, pour a drink, stare out at the street through the Venetian blinds. That’s proper brooding.
My time in Hennington had introduced me to stranger genres, including dark ambient, ritual ambient, and doom jazz. It wasn’t really my thing, but it was good for brooding. And it had made me curious about finding new music, which had led me t
