Partially it is there in case he gets too hot, but it is more there to serve as a way to flush the frustration out of his system. The cool breeze lapped quietly against his face. He knows not what to think. He peers down toward the bottom of the screen. Winamp is on, but there is no music playing.
Music is inspiration.
He needs it to think- without it, his ideas would never come. The mouse is dragged over Eminem. Suddenly, the world around him bursts into a collage of angry white man music. Too bitter though. Cheery music, too cheery.