I found this album late one night coming out of a deep hole in the ground. I sat down by the hole for about an hour and dug my fingers into the dirt. The moon was half-full overhead and made strange watery shadows on the little mounds of dirt around my hands. When the music got louder, the earth grew wet and cold with groundwater, to the point where it soaked through my knees. I kept churning the mud in my fingers, and I thought about how long it had been since I’d spent this kind of quality time alone
