After you listen to a song, the secret police from the RIAA come and lock it up in a small, dank cell given minimal sustenance, until the next time they can send it to some seedy hotel, suburban home, or automobile, to turn a trick and make them some more money, like some sort of whoo-re for the ears.
Where does the light go when you flip the switch?
Check your fridge.
“Hello, light!” https://youtu.be/nm1_bKFhYIY
Hello lightness my new friend
As the waves from ocean, the music crashes on the beaches in your ears
Like sand through your beer glass, these are the waves of our lives
They should show their kid this.
It stays in our brain and we subconsciously put it into new music years later, thereby keeping the industry’s corporate lawyers in cocaine for future decades to come.
I was into neural net plagiarism before it was cool!
It goes into your memory. That’s why you can remember a song that you heard before.
That’s why music works at all.
You absorb it into your soul and it changes you irreversibly forever.
The Langoliers eat it.
It goes straight up my ass!
The music stays in your head until your forget it. Music only exists in your head
It stays playing in my head on repeat until a different piece of music replaces it.
Heat. Everything ends up as heat.
Well not all sound.
But yes 99.99%
Until the day that even heat dies.
Well, heat just spread over a larger area but it doesn’t get destroyer nor turn into any other form of energy.
But it doesn’t die per se.
If all discernable heat is unobservable and unobtainable, then semantics don’t matter. Everything still dies. I’d include “heat” in that mix, but that’s waxing philosophical
So where do smells go?
Just open a window. I’m sure they noticed, but they’ll be cool about it.
As someone with a degree in Philosophy, I don’t think this is really a philosophical question. The science is interesting and useful to know
Some of that sound rearranges some of your neurons so that you can listen to Never Gonna Give You Up whenever you read this
into our minds and into our hearts
It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.