I once saw a YouTube music playlist titled "its 3am and i still miss you." And my loud brain pauses to talk to my quiet brain about this. Judging it. As if time is supposed to erase longing, as if a cold, dark, quiet hour is supposed to help you forget. And yet, this playlist, these songs, this slow and jazzy and chillhop mix is the realization that the opposite is true. The hours between midnight and light are thinking hours, the slow and jazzy stuff always reminds you of the past, and the phrase 'time heals all' means something different to every single person.