It feels like I'm coming home With the three gulls overhead Flying into the horizon In this intangible space It feels like I'm to be born anew once more
But the broken part of me Desperately needs something physical to cling to In the coming days without you
So I cry into the sea Demanding to know why you were taken from me
And I try to bury my heart in the sand With the waves of grief crashing over it But that could not make it understand What my mind already believes;
That you are everywhere Always with me In my dreams In the colors of seashells And in the face of a sleepy salty tomcat near the pier
We’re halfway through 2023 and critics are slouching towards their Best Records Of The Year So Far lists. They’re rarely happy about it. If dicing releases every 12 months is arbitrary, then six months is labor on a factory line, wood chips for the content mill. But this year, I feel like they hate these lists more than usual. They’re having a hard time picking much. And maybe you are, too. P...
At the close of 2022, Bitcoin wasn’t just down—it was so down that its precipitous fall was breaking records. One report from Bank of America suggested that the collapse in value was the fifth-worst for any asset in financial history. Despite steady gains this year, it hasn’t even come close to its November 2021 peak, and now things are about to get shaken up like a bead in a baby’s rattle w...
In Ari Aster’s 2016 short film C’est La Vie, Chester Crummings, a homeless man, speaks directly and combatively to camera about his life and society at large as he wanders the streets of LA, surviving, begging for change and casually murdering people. At one point, he says: “You know what Freud says about the nature of horror? He says it’s when the home becomes unhomelike. Unheimlich.”
In Sig...
