i'm baking oatmeal muffins right now and i just had a moment of quiet awe that this muffin batter literally looks like someone ate off the floor of the paper mill and then vomited it up, but once i bake it it's delicious and a different colour and a SOLID???? and worlds removed from the batter, just with the addition of a muffin tin and some heat, and the world is full of totally reliable surprise magic and i was so reverent of the whole process that i slouched on my floor and just stared into my oven for the bake time of the entire second batch. anyway do you ever feel anything like this when you're writing music
no but perhaps i should