Some people prefer earphones to headphones. They like the way it can fit snugly and provide the quality soundscape they are looking for.
I don’t mind earphones, but I prefer headphones. They make a statement and create an atmosphere far beyond the desire for more bass.
A statement headphones often make is that you may be in the world, but you’re not necessarily of this world. For in as much as you are visually attuned to your surroundings, you have bathed your hearing in something else. Sometimes that something else compliments what the visuals portray, but often it does something different. Whether music or spoken word those headphones declare you have cut yourself off to tune your head space in something else. What that head space is tuned into can affect your perspective radically.
That head space is cocooned while the body looks free. Yet that cocoon is not limitation or restriction. It can be therapy or the genesis of something. It can be a refuge or a delight. It speaks volumes far greater than the earphones.
To observers it might appear off-putting or anti-social. It may appear to isolate rather than integrate. It might appear like the loner’s dream come true. This, however, is not always the case. Within that head space may be percolating something that embraces rather than rejects. Within that head space could be the thing that individual needs to get on better in the world.
That’s why I prefer headphones. That’s why I love headphones. Sometimes we just need to spend time being in the world, but because of our head space, we are not of it.
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden