The last six weeks have been difficult creatively, stifling. I’ve felt blocked from producing and connecting with certain feelings— I’ve avoided pain and old wounds, long festering under bandages to keep hidden until fully healed.
This line from the #thesunalsorises has rattled around my brain for nearly two decades, and everytime it comes up again I find some thing new in the short question. This time it is melancholic and brings a certain sadness because I know some things can only be written, exist only on paper, and not in real life. That some things have to die in order to being about new life.
So here’s to new life! And the sacrifices that had to be made to get there. Skol!