Gemotions

The mail carrier, who barely knew me, left a box for "Mr. Silas Finch." I knew, logically, I should have sent it back. But I did not. My curiosity was a powerful force.

I opened the box, my breath catching in my throat. It was a complete professional DJ set, the turntables, mixer, and speakers immaculate.

That night, I plugged it all in, and the music filled my apartment. A rhythm took hold. The feeling was pure, unadulterated bliss, and I was lost in a world of sound and rhythm, a private celebration of the beautiful mistake.