I am at a point in my life where the question most on my mind isn’t what am I asking from a place, but rather what I owe a place I have made a home.
Read MoreBy 2020, Waiting for Frank Ocean in Cairo had become a kind of phantom; a project that haunted me, yet whose future seemed illusive.
Read MoreTake off your headphones, put down your hauntings, & come inside out of the heat. We’ve been waiting for so long.
Read MoreThough perhaps not as loud as what we know today, queerness has always been alive in music, hopeful and radiant and revolutionary and gentle.
Read MoreMy freshman year dorm room was on the fourth floor, the highest point in the whole building, and in the evening it was impossible to see.
Read MoreThe summer of 2016 belongs to “Self Control,” white brick walls, the rumble of the MARTA train—to the warmth and the horror of being alone in a city.
Read MoreMusic can reveal itself as simply escapism or enjoyment, but it can also be something much deeper, more abstract and substantial.
Read MoreAubades take place in liminal space; they are ephemeral and, like the perfect melody or the exquisite lyric, they are robust in the moment.
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