Hey, there. I made you a mixtape. But first, I want to talk about how life wants us to get rid of the gaps.

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Letting the Space Live

I got caught by an Instagram reel this morning. One of those Instagram reels where an influencer talks in that influencer inflection, with that influencer cadence — the upspeak, the rushed monotone — that makes it seem like they’re bored to death. There are no gaps. There is no silence. It is just an ongoing string of words designed to fill every available space in what is, essentially, a one-sided conversation.

But this one was a little different, because it was specifically about how this particular influencer makes her videos, and even more specifically about how she purposely layers her individual lines so they slightly overlap. The lack of space between words and sentences and thought is, apparently, not a affectation but an actual feature — no gaps, no silence; every pause had been cut, because pauses, the logic goes, are where you lose people.

There's this thing people do when they sense they're losing someone's attention in a conversation, where rather than reassessing their story and being more relatable, they speed up, like they’re a game show contestant trying to get the answer in before the buzzer. They compress everything that's left into the remaining space, as if the problem were the pace, not the content. (I have never done this myself, obviously, because my entire family is very willing and insultingly quick to just tell me when my story about Mike Watt solo albums is boring and pointless.)

Speeding up feels like doing something, and doing something feels better than the alternative — pausing long enough to actually figure out what went wrong.

Pausing adds air, and we want to remove air. And, it turns out, we’re getting very good at removing air. Not just from influencer audio, but from everything: the algorithm figured this out before anyone put it into words — fill the feed, fill the silence, fill the commute, fill the moment between putting the phone down and picking it back up. Productivity tools followed, then AI. The pause before you respond to a message becomes a suggestion from an AI tool. That moment of quiet thinking gets filled in before you have a chance comprehend the filling-in at all. Every gap is framed as a problem to solve, and every silence is dead air, and we are all, gradually, being trained to experience the space between things as waste.

There's a moment in Fugazi's “Long Division,” during the opening riff, 26 seconds into the song, where everyone drops out and the note hangs, just for a second. It's a quick breath, barely noticeable the first time but an irreplaceable moment — a gap that strengthens and prepares. It's load-bearing; it creates a pocket of air that makes everything around it feel more intentional and more physical. Post-punk bands like Wire and post-punk revival bands like Spoon have built entire careers around these gaps — around the white space that keeps the rhythm section afloat. The best producers in hip hop understood the same thing — RZA built gaps into the beat on "C.R.E.A.M." so that Raekwon could snuggle into that space; DJ Premier’s beat for Nas’ “N.Y. State of Mind” begins with a stilted beat, staggered blips that at times drop out for a bit of a breath.

When you hear these songs, you don’t think about the gaps, but they’re there. They’re all part of a groove — a cadence I’m drawn to with these post-punk and post-hardcore bands that pair heavy rhythm sections and sparse guitars. They know when to stop. They are precise and restrained, using that air to create tension and control the mood. It’s anticipation. We learn this variance when we learn to write — to vary sentence length and paragraph structure in order to emphasize and balance the laborious work of reading. The space is structural. It’s what makes the next moment matter.

We all crave space in different ways. During the pandemic, I spent more than 500 hours playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. I mapped every corner and hit 100% completion for the first time in any game I'd ever played. But completion wasn't the point: Breath of the Wild is a peaceful game, and in between the moments of designed anxiety — the guardian music, the overwhelm of a mob attack — I built my own peace quietly moving from region to region. Just me and a quiet piano soundtrack and a reintroduction to the idea of space. When the world outside my window had narrowed to something very very scary, I found a way to roam in Breath of the Wild. I found a way to celebrate the intentionality of including "wandering without urgency" as a game mechanic. To celebrate space.

Which is the thing that Instagram reel, and every algorithm we encounter every day, and every productivity tool has never figured out: removing the air doesn't make what remains more valuable. It makes it harder to breathe.

This isn't an argument for slowing down. I'm not suggesting you move to the woods, delete your apps, and rediscover the rhythm of the seasons. And while we all should be listening to more Low and Codeine, this isn’t about meditation and drone. It’s something smaller. It’s keeping that air in the things we create, and maybe even adding a bit more. It’s about embracing the space; stepping outside, taking a break. Coming back in. Hearing the rest of the song, and understanding how the gap helped keep us engaged.

This Month’s Mixtape

April 2026: Letting the Space Live

Listen on Spotify. Listen on Apple Music.

• “Long Division” — Fugazi
• “D” — Codeine
• “Smile Like That” — Esperanza Spalding
• ”Mortal Kombat” — Pivot Gang (w/ Kari Faux)
• “Sojourner” — Rapsody (w/ J. Cole)
• “It’s a New Day” — Skull Snaps
• “I Turn My Camera On” — Spoon
• “Sarniezz” — Angine de Poitrine
• “Addicted to Love” — Ciccone Youth
• ”Tecumseh Valley” — Townes Van Zandt
• “Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)” — Laura Marling
• “She’s Lost Control” — Joy Division
• “C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)” — Wu-Tang Clan
• “N.Y. State of Mind)” — Nas
• “Practice Makes Perfect” — Wire
• “Left of Center” — Suzanne Vega

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