Joy is forever entwining a song with memory. Joy is the curiosity of the patterns of a shell. Joy is losing sense of self in the rhythm of a drum beat. Joy is looking back to see how far you’ve come. Joy is a beautiful droning sound, tying you to the present. Joy is irreverent NPC dialogue in 90s video game. Joy is observing a friend transmute emotion into sound through their voice or instrument. Joy is listening to a song for the first time and realizing it’s sampled in another song you’ve heard many times. Joy is looking out the window of the plane after a good holiday, knowing you’re forever changed, and that you get to sleep in your own bed tonight. Joy is quiet and small sometimes, but still good.