"Somebody’s Son is halfway between a plea and a declaration. It picks up where a story that everyone knows leaves off. The rosy romanticism of being young fades and disappointment wanders in. But what happens then? What is it like after you settle into the already-writtenness of continuing a life? You suspend yourself in a piece of something and then you let it float away. You’re somewhere, it’s no particular time and you’ve been here all along.”

Somebody's Son

Comfort is a gradual thing. you wake up unable to go on and then go on.  it smells different on the street where you’re usually walking. god doesn’t respond when you ask for help. all the mail on the counter makes it hard to clean with a sponge. the face of a person you don’t know is astonishing. there are flowers in the city but somebody put them there. you like to set three alarms.

Five Kill Records