setting the scene (again)


March sure did go out like a lion. One really great thing about my house is that every room has an exterior wall, and the side facing the nearly knocked-down trees in the woods is almost entirely windows, so tornado warnings that include “stay away from the windows and exterior walls” aren’t my favorite but at least I’ll see the storm (or a tree) coming.

But that’s neither here nor there! I’ve come to confess something: coming of age in the era of Garden State and its soundtrack ruined my life. If I don’t listen to whiny baby indie (or indie-adjacent) music while I’m writing I simply will not get anything done.

This is what it means to have suffered through an early 2000s young adulthood. Traumatizing, truly.