I wasn’t part of a scene when I was younger. I just listened to whatever music they pumped into the stores that I wasted my time in, as I endlessly browsed the shelves I already knew the contents of. Most of the music was as vacuous as the wasted time, but occasionally I’d hear something that made me feel less disconnected, something I’d carry with me for weeks, waiting and aching for the next time I’d hear it. I used to think love was like that; that it would float into my life as simply, as unexpectedly, as unasked for.