Snippets.

I love it when an accidental snippet of another song starts at the end of one when I’m listening to my iPod. It’s like those three seconds turn into a whole separate song, and at the same time – it becomes part of the real one. It’s like the song is empty without that little snippet, and even though I probably wouldn’t have liked the song if I heard the whole one, I automatically love the snippet. But what I love the most is that I’ll never hear it. The three minutes that follow those three seconds are completely unknown to me, and could be anything. The possibilities are endless.

…what I don’t love (I’ve realized), is the word ‘snippet’. It sounds like a penis being cut off with a pair of garden scissors. Ouch. No me gusta.