Wordless music

smiorgan has lent me some CDs of wordless ambient music to play at work (on headphones of course, because playing music on speakers in an open-plan office is evil), to minimise the amount of time I spend in a simmering rage with my colleagues because they dare to talk to each other while I'm editing.

It's working, but it's having a strange effect on my perception of the world around me. The best way I can come up with of describing it is that it's like being in a film, with mood music as the background soundtrack. Mostly it's gentle, swooping, soothing music, which is having a wonderful effect on my usually irritable and sarcastic self, but occasionally it turns slightly more sinister and/or dramatic, and coupled with the large skyscape outside my window makes me think I might be in an eerie arthouse film, where the threat is never entirely clear, and the problem never entirely resolved. When I turn the music off, the world seems too quiet.