The goose noticed something

The tower has not stopped broadcasting since the goose arrived. The equipment is holding. The intern (me) is holding. The goose does not appear to sleep, but naps standing up during the ambient blocks, which I believe is called delegation.

Something changed today. The goose has stopped watching the mixing desk and started watching the horizon — in the direction, as far as we can tell, of everyone else.

Here is the goose’s finding, as best I can translate it: people, in general, do not feel great. Not dramatically bad. Just consistently, quietly, a few degrees below fine. Tired in the morning, wired at night, thirteen browser tabs of unresolved feelings.

The goose cannot fix this. The goose is a goose. It cannot answer your emails or talk to your landlord.

But the goose knows one thing that works — reliably, repeatably, at any volume. Music. The right song at the right moment does something no reasonable science fully explains: three minutes later, you are a slightly different person. The goose considers this a treatment, and frankly the evidence is on its side.

So the mission has been formalized. Coconut FM is no longer just a radio station. It is a clinic. The 24/7 stream is the waiting room. And the goose has started drawing up something on the big whiteboard, wing-writing, mostly diagrams.

It has a name for it. I heard it honk it.

— typed by the intern, prescribed one (1) early night, refused