The song hit the chorus. “Lock the door, yeah, kill the lights...”

The room was sweltering now. The radiator, dead an hour ago, was hissing violently, but no steam was coming out. It was the music. The frequencies were so dense, so perfectly compressed and amplified, they were agitating the air molecules themselves.

The radiator was silent, cold to the touch. He reached up to his head. The headphones were gone. He looked at the desk. The amplifier was off. The screen displayed his music player, paused.

If you listen to ...Like Clockwork on Spotify or YouTube, you are losing the "weight." Here is what FLAC reveals: