Album Review: Adult Mom - Natural Causes
I know I can’t live like this, but what if there’s times that I don’t want to live at all And I am always coming back to this, I suppose. Certainly over the last two years—maybe even longer than that. And maybe I return to it too often—too much. I lean into it too far. Parade it around. I don’t know. You’re told to write what you know. And maybe this is what I know. There was a time when I would have told you that this is maybe all that I know. Because I couldn’t see any way out of it. I don’t know if I believe that anymore, though. You write what you know. This is what I know. Still. You write what you know and even, and if you’ll allow me, early on here, barely over 100 words, to break the fourth wall and address you, the reader, directly—even in something that can be and perhaps should be inherently more objectively analytical, it has become the thing that I come back to. The thing that I use as my way in. That wasn't always the case, I don’t think. This used to come easier, m...