Going off the Nano

last night I left work in a hurry after noticing that I had stayed later than I would have liked to. In the rush to escape I failed to gear up for my walk home. After about 2 minutes outside I felt something was missing. I felt dejected from my environment. It felt wrong to be outside. Just then I noticed the phantom earbuds hanging from my ears. Where had the sound track to my life gone to?
It's funny that only a month with that piece of tech in my daily repertoire would have such a profound effect. I refused to use it for the rest of my walk to see what I'd been missing these past couple of weeks. Answer: A bunch of sirens, electro-mechanic white noise, traffic... You get the picture -- the urban day to day. I wasn't really missing much except for the guy walking across the street from me singing out loud for all to hear (what I think was a made up song) about a girl named Sarah and how she was going to make him feel alright tonight.