It's time to go home and it's been a B Minus work day at best and everything is wrong on this train. This car is too crowded, the next one smells like food and staleness. The people in the next car I walk through depress me. I can't explain why.  Some days people are too much  - they exude something I want to walk past. Then the only seats available are in a car with a sticky spill oozing down the aisle. Sickly sweet and amber. I maneuver past it then pull out a George Saunders story I had printed  at the office, ready to dive in. Then it starts. The woman in the seat across from me starts rustling her shopping bag like her life depended on it rummaging around for something like she had the god damn holy grail in there. There, she's found it. A bag of chips. Then she starts munching her way through it, each time her hands dives in the bag crinkles like it's attached to an amplifier.  A guy a few seats away is having a phone conversation and is emitting baritone grunts at irregular intervals. "Tickets!" the conductor shouts in my ear for no discernible reason and I'm faced with the impossibility of ending my day with a bit of dignity... Then I remember. Music. Like it was just invented. So I reach for my earphones and find a Mixcloud from a podcast I listen to and this comes on. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K33o1FtLgwM

Then all my annoyance dissipates as if by magic. The song fills the car, drowning out every pettiness as a canopy of sound surrounds me.  And I feel like I'm floating above myself.