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As a neurodivergent living with another neurodivergent it’s very much a case of that “sometimes” and there’s very much a factor of it being “controlled chaos”. There are moments I need silence and others I’m grooving in the tempo.
Like rocks bouncing crazily down a mountainside, but somehow precisely aimed at the same time.
And at the other end of that spectrum, Bach and other early music. Which is maximally-bamboozling minimalism; you stare at it like a hyponitized chicken wondering how he can wrangle infinitely deep pattern out of like three notes.
As a neurodivergent living with another neurodivergent it’s very much a case of that “sometimes” and there’s very much a factor of it being “controlled chaos”. There are moments I need silence and others I’m grooving in the tempo.
Fuck yes, controlled chaos exactly.
Like rocks bouncing crazily down a mountainside, but somehow precisely aimed at the same time.
And at the other end of that spectrum, Bach and other early music. Which is maximally-bamboozling minimalism; you stare at it like a hyponitized chicken wondering how he can wrangle infinitely deep pattern out of like three notes.