A funny and strangely profound reflection on bingeing junk food during the pandemic, followed by a sudden philosophical inquiry into why some albums never get old while others vanish from memory instantly. Coconut Dreams may taste great—but beware the long-term dream.
Yesterday, I ate an entire box of Little Debbie Turtle Brownies in one sitting, among other foods, and felt terrible afterward. Tonight, I ate an entire pack of Keebler Coconut Dreams cookies (basically like Girl Scout Samoas), also in one sitting, and feel great. Coincidence? I don't know; too many confounding variables.
Why, for certain albums, does infinite replays feel as fresh as the first listen, and I learn all the lyrics by heart, whereas for other albums, all the songs blend together, make me bored, and fade almost instantly from my memory?
It's not about style or year of release. What explains it?
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