A Short Story featuring Sennheiser Momentum
When she boarded the subway and sat down, her eyes were immediately drawn to the man across from her. The man sat listening to music, ankles crossed in front of him, hands folded in his lap. But the first thing she saw was his face. His eyes were closed as if relaxed, but his appearance made her thing of tension, of concentration, of purpose—yet the face in truth showed none of these. It merely showed their inevitable consequence: a look of serene determination and certainty. On second glance, she found that his expression seemed to be changing. No, not actually changing. But the mood, his bearing seemed to slowly shift like a lazy wave, or like the thoughts one can read on their lover’s face moments before the expression, or like the vibrato of a bow drawn across the strings. She watched him, and wondered what could allow such a man to exist in such a state during a morning commute through a city…
She couldn’t know it yet, but it was the music.
With his eyes closed, she felt free to consider him fully. She hadn’t at first noticed his attire, but now she felt that his bearing was that of luxury. Could that be right? Not just luxury, but rather a luxury of expert simplicity. She noted the jeans, carefully chosen for comfort; well fitted, and much loved. She inspected his shirt, altogether unpretentious, yet purchased from somewhere that specialized in quality and timeless appeal. It was not meant to fade.
And finally she was back at his head, and she regarded the headphones. She did not recognize them, but she did recognize sparks of electric light glittering off the polished arms. They matched the sparks of the music she heard through his expression. She felt the soft leather at the same time as her eyes perceived it. She saw the dignity, the pride, and the determination now not only through his face, but through his rational judgment in selecting the things he now called his.
She stood, crossed the isle, and sat next to him.
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This short is meant to describe an ideal blend of my style, and the style that is expressed through a set of headphones like this. The craftsmanship does not warrant simply focusing on the sound quality, or the appearance. These headphones ought to belong to someone whose own purpose and artful selectivity and judgment matches that of the manufacturer. I hope you choose me as that guy.
