Today, we are releasing the second track of my debut album “Antiphon”. It’s called ‘Garden of Forgotten Things’. Listen now! Wherever you listen to music! Preorder link to the album is where you would expect!
This latest track is an ode to self reliance, a dirge or a lament, more accurately. It embodies the desire to push people away, to hit yourself for it, to finally say… “okay fine , I need you I want you I don’t want to die on this hill.” A break up song? Maybe.
Enjoy ❤️
Photo @kylie_shaffer_
I found a note to self from August that gently reminded me I should not bleach my eyebrows. I am not good at remembering things. My brain is like a crowd of people shouting different lines of a script at the same time and at different volumes.
Who is telling the truth?
The options are me facing right
and me, in a funny hat, facing left.
I am singing into the earth’s microphone. I want to fight strangers on the internet and eventually meet a nice mutual conclusion.
I want to see the outside world that is marked by grocery stores and outlet malls. Those beautiful churches of everything. The song of lunchtime under the bright stinging bulbs above the candy aisle. I want to buy my little fake sweet sugar-free whatevers and trick myself like how a bad child crosses their fingers behind their back.
I want to see new sides of everything. To see people looking around
and jumping to conclusions
I wrote an essay from a little corner of heartbreak—a corner I’ve since filled with warm lamps, drives around my neighborhood, and a daily habit of phone calls. It’s called “In Passing.”
@jellysquidmag included it in their third issue.
This morning, I finished Sarah Manguso’s ‘Liars.’ She wrote that stories are “a manipulation…a way of containing unmanageable chaos.” Stories carve my life into visible lines. I am giving my younger self the kindness to indulge in personal writing. I am patting little Libby on the head.
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Objects found in my library. My stupid little heart loves hiding things in books I’ve finished and staring into the middle distance. I might turn into a pillar of salt.
