Today's hundred

She was at that age where she listened to a song on loop for hours on end, as if repetition made the words and tones more poignant. And of course it did – she used the same method in studying and was well on her way to being valedictorian of her class. Yet on each play, the song meant less and less. The lyrics were inane. The chord progression was all-too-predictable. The song was as quickly part of her consciousness as her biology lesson – and as quickly forgotten.

Maybe she thought something would finally break after so much use.