My Mental Environment

detritus.

my brain in a jar.

i've been thinking more about the songs that manifest themselves in my head when i've just awoken or while i'm in the shower. i don't seek out this music, i don't have any of the songs on my computer, i don't hang out with people who do. i realized that even though i don't watch much tv anymore most of these songs are absorbed unconsciously through commercials. and more specifically ringtone or cellphone commercials. it's like smog that settles into the valleys and seeps into everything. carrying dust, grime, and pollutants into faraway cities, houses, and bodies at a slow and subtle pace. when i was in elementary school you knew smog was out there and you avoided it and went on with your life until you came home from playing outside all day and your lungs were stinging with each breath. i wonder if my mom wakes up some mornings with songs like akon's "smack that" accidentally spilling out of her subconscious into the shower, unaware that this pollution had passed through her as it slips down the drain. or maybe to her, after a lifetime of being bombarded with advertising jingles, commercials, and pop music it just sounds the same, like buzzing.