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Reminds me of the time I was composing a soundtrack for a documentary about a painter who was inspired by the ocean. I spent about half an hour synthesizing some wave sounds to get myself in the mood before remembering that I lived two miles from the actual ocean.
On the other hand, I could have used an isolation bubble recently when I found myself sitting next to a young woman on a crowded airplane. She kept muttering comments just loud enough to interrupt my concentration but not loud enough to understand — all while flashing photos of her boyfriend hoisting an automatic rifle....
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