I think I love this.
O’Brother’s anxiously awaited album, Garden Window.
“I am the fortunate one, left with the blood in my skin.”
A truly honest spiritual journey in 11 bone-crushing parts.
“For me, it’s not that I want apathy, just privacy. To be noticed, but not interrupted. It’s comforting to be seen in our grief, there is a confirmation in it — however awkward it makes us feel. Is that part of why we live here? New Yorkers do tend to be the kind of people with both a need to be seen, and a deep fear of it. Somehow, this place satisfies both.
