As I slipped between sleep and light consciousness— the music from my headphones threaded my thoughts together. Like the first real hit as a teenager, I had an incredulous moment that I was listening to music through headphones not attached to wires.

That through a mechanism I don’t understand the stored memory of a song is transmitted to the headphones. A capture of a moment so far away and long ago from where I physically was combined with my existence if only for the duration of the track.

I thought about phone calls. Connecting with friends across the world instantly. A magic we make mundane by forgetting to see it for what it is. We imagine it by belonging to our daily life that it loses all majesty. All the bright shine of innovation. Just like complaining about the snacks while flying. We look for faults because we can’t exist in a permanent state of wonder.