Love Is an Algorithm

Chapter 1

Eve lies in the sun of McCarren Park with her book shading her face and one AirPod in.

She’s listening to a song she wrote called “Evergreen.” Yesterday, she loved it.

Today, she thinks it is negative space; creation for creation’s sake; three minutes utterly devoid of meaning.

She opens Spotify and puts on someone else’s music.

It makes her thoughts go fuzzy, like she is separated from her brain by a pane of glass.

It would be so easy to never have a creative thought again.

So you could say being a professional full-time musician is going well. She can’t possibly complain: This is exactly what she wanted from the start.