
The planes flying over my head in San Diego were so close, I swear I could read their lettering. It was kind of mundane and magical all at once.

Sad music for me is a way to siphon off the little bits of excess I can’t hold on to. To release it all in small bursts of music that acknowledges that I’m not the only person who struggles with these things.
And then I make asshole jokes about it because if I can’t laugh at my darkness, it might just take me over.
And also because I’m kind of an asshole sometimes.