Lofi to Pay Bills To

The resigned calm of sitting at a mortgage closing table for ninety minutes, signing forms you don't fully understand, while the notary checks her phone and the keys wait in a small envelope at the corner of the table.

The resigned calm of sitting across from an estate attorney on a Monday morning — signing six forms about what happens when you're gone, while the notary doesn't look up.

Resigned Saturday morning lofi for the specific purgatory of clearing the floor, counting seventeen plastic bags, and encountering a wordless pictogram booklet — Rhodes piano, vinyl crackle, muted trumpet, and a deadpan vocal hook: "step fourteen of forty-seven, the Allen wrench was in the bag the whole time."