log dives 2025-09-19T08:23:45Z

That Tuesday night started with my skull buzzing from spreadsheet hell. I craved Bill Evans' "Waltz for Debby" like a lifeline, but opening Spotify felt like drinking flat soda. Scattered playlists, sterile interface – my jazz collection might as well have been alphabetized soup cans. Then I tapped Roon's obsidian icon, and the room shifted. Not metaphorically. My smart lights dimmed amber as "Peace Piece" swelled through floor speakers while album art bloomed across the TV – a synchronized sigh

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Saltwater stung my eyes as I fumbled with the backup regulator, my chest tightening like a vice. Thirty meters below the surface in the Java Sea, my dive buddy's confused hand signals blurred into meaningless gestures through the silt cloud. That moment of raw panic - lungs burning, dive computer beeping hysterically - haunted me for months afterward. I'd log dives mechanically, but my hands would shake when descending through the thermocline, phantom regulator failures replaying in my nightmare