Having left my previous job, not having decided my next job, I'm exploring the remaining Smithsonian museums, completing the sense untethered.

Last time I was exploring the Smithsonian museums, I was checking Slack and had to interrupt my exploration to handle issues as the only engineer on my project. This time I have no deadline except when the museums close. If I don't see something today, I can see it tomorrow; if I don't see something tomorrow, I can see it whatever day.

To top off the mood, I'm listening to ethereal albums. In “Atemporal” from ¡Ay! by Lucrecia Dalt:

Me reconozco en esa roca atemporal
…
Lágrimas de xenocristales
De circones hadeanos
Redistribuyendo el mismo
El mismo tiempo

Translated:

I recognize myself in that timeless rock
…
Tears of xenocrystals
Of Hadean zircons
Redistributing the very same
The very same time

Music for the sense, the mood untethered. See also the soundtrack for Marty Supreme by Daniel Lopatin, and Tranquilizer by Lopatin as Oneohtrix Point Never.