Truthfully, Philip Glass fixes my brain in ways that meds never can.
You can also tell how broken my brain is by how esoteric I get with my selection. If I'm rocking Einstein On The Beach (not the damn Counting Crows track), it's been a bad time. His Solo Piano disc is a good indicator that I'm having a major depression episode.
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.