Category is: Winter mornings, 1994.

Category is: Cassettes I had as a kid that I played til the tape wore out. Every song an absolute banger.

Category is:
IIIIIIIIIII
Don't waaaaanna be
Anything
Other than
What I've been
Tryna be
Laaaaaatelllllyyyyy

September 1994. First day of high school. It was too hot, but I insisted on wearing my favourite plaid flannel. They were playing this song as I walked into the auditorium. I can still remember the way it smelled, and how the sloped floor felt under my Doc Marten Mary Janes.

When I first met my partner we went on a lot of long drives. I had just discovered the 2018 re-master of Hallucigenia, and I listened to it almost exclusively. And so this record taught a man I didn't know about all the most tender and angry parts of my soul.

I bought this album in the summer of 1994, and it changed my life. This record taught me about philosophy, and the dangers of capitalism. It taught me that some of the darkest things I had experienced were not unique to me. It taught me that you can be both tender and angry simultaneously.

Category is: Farewell 2025. Thank you for the blessings, and the struggles, and all of the in-betweens. I'm grateful for what has been and ready for what is coming.

Category is: Neeever get awaaay. Neeeever get awaaaay. Neeeeever get awaaaaaaaay.

Category is: Songs that I'm convinced Jack wrote about Taylor.

But you should know
That I died slow
Running through the halls
Of your haunted home
And the toughest part
Is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas
Please don't call
Merry Christmas
I'm not yours at all
Merry Christmas
Please don't call me

Category is: Redefine all of those blues.