The ‘sort’ feature added to Spotify playlists is antithetical to the entire concept of a playlist, which, like the mixtape, is supposed to be a well curated collection of songs delivered in order to tell a certain emotional message. Rearranging the songs into an order as banal as title or artist entirely rewrites the story I spent hours, days, months adding to and adjusting accordingly. Spotify’s so far up the binary ass of the computer overlord they’ve forgotten what human intuition looks like, forgotten the importance of irrationality in how we order ourselves and our lives. Music is an oft-used medium of the mystics, and it‘s the ineffable, un-categorizable confluence of sounds and feelings that influence god-like visions and euphoric sensations enabling a spiritual and sometimes physical transcendence beyond these mortal binds. The sort option is disrespectfully counterintuitive to the role music has always played in elevating our spiritual consciousness, and denigrates the very artists we depend on for this deliverance by reducing these feelings to a name or title and not some cosmic order we encountered as listeners in pursuit of Feeling Better.